The Wistful Dinner
The thing about the willow that grew through the floorboards of the attic was that it had not been there yesterday, or the day before, or in any of the long, gray, silent years that Margaret had spent waiting for the world to end, which was to say that the tree had arrived with the same sudden, violent insistence that a truth arrives when one is not ready to hear it, and it had shattered the...
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