All the Waves That Stopped
The first thing Samir noticed was that Carol Henderson did not wave. He had been driving home from the college on a Tuesday afternoon in late September, and Carol Henderson was walking her golden retriever on Sycamore Street, as she did every Tuesday afternoon, and Samir raised his hand from the steering wheel in the small-town wave that Millbrook, Indiana, had taught him eighteen years ago —...
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