The Pale Shadows
The wine is red. It stains the tablecloth. It stains your hands. You wipe them on your apron. The stain remains. Look at us. Look at the house. It is too big. The walls are white. The light is cold. We are here because we were invited. We are here because we are family. Or we pretend to be. Margaret is smiling. Her teeth are white. She holds a glass. She looks at you. You look back. You do not...
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