The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hit the tin roof like gravel. It was a Tuesday. I remember because we were supposed to go to church. We didn't. The house was full. Not with people. With noise. The static of the radio. The hiss of the kettle. The heavy, wet breathing of the trees outside. My husband, Thomas, stood by the window. He didn't look at me. He looked at the mud. "Go," he said. "I can't." "You must." I looked...

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