The Things We Do Not Name
The Things We Do Not Name The suit was navy blue. Eva had steamed it three times. It hung in the closet of her apartment on South Ashland, the hanger still wrapped in the plastic from the tailor, and every time she opened the closet door she looked at it and thought about how much it cost and how soon it would be stained. Kevin called on Wednesday morning. "Hey," he said. His voice was the same...
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