Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

sitting in the kitchen. I did not sit at the table, because it felt too large and empty in the middle of the night. Instead, I stood by the counter under the small amber glow of the range-hood light. I had retrieved a heavy green cardboard box from the bottom of the pantry, where I kept the old school records and drawings from Julian’s childhood.

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