The Space Between Two Lives
On a Tuesday in March, four months after the wedding, Rachel Miller Delaney sat in the parking lot of the Walmart on West Street and watched the automatic doors open and close, open and close, swallowing people and spitting them out like a mouth that could not decide whether it was hungry. She was not working today. She had not worked at the Walmart in four months. Frank had said she did not...
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