Nothing Left to Dry
The well had been dry for three years. Beth Miller died in January. Her neighbor, a man named Gary, had come to her door on a Tuesday and asked if he could borrow a cup of sugar. She said no. He said he would come back. He came back that night, when it was dark and the wind was blowing from the north. She heard him at the door. She opened it. He came in. She said no. He did it anyway. She...
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