Nobody\'s Number
The box appeared on the porch on a Wednesday. It was the kind of box you get when somebody sends you something they want you to receive but are not quite sure how you will feel about receiving it: brown paper, no return address, taped shut with the kind of tape that peels off in long frustrating strips. Grace Callahan stood on the porch in her bathrobe and slippers, bare feet cold on the...
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