Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

were on, casting long shadows across my living room rug. Julian arrived without his wife, carrying a small toolbox of his own to check the window locks before the cold weather set in.

He stood by the front window, tightening the brass latch with a screwdriver while I sat on the sofa. I had the red silk scarf folded in my lap.

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