The Distant Promise
The morning began with Eleanor's hands around the flour tin. She was seven and small for her age, and she liked to help with the bread even though she made more mess than flour, and Thomas Bradshaw stood over the stove and let her, because the kitchen was the one room where he could be soft. He had been a soldier once, in the war down south, and his body still remembered how to go still and...
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