What We Talk About When We Talk About Scars
ACT ONE: THE HOUSE The house smelled like wet cardboard and the inside of a refrigerator that hadn't been unplugged but also hadn't been used for anything since 2008. Melanie stood in the doorway of the kitchen and took it in—the way she took everything in at this house: briefly, without sentiment, the way a surveyor takes in a parcel of land before pricing it. Aunt Ruth was at the table,...
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