Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

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“We will talk at the house, Clara,” Nicole said from the doorway.

She left the store without waiting for an answer, her high heels clicking loudly against the linoleum tile.

I walked the three blocks to the Oak Creek Diner, where the scent of griddled onions and cheap coffee always hung heavy in the air.

Raymond was already sitting in the corner continue reading …