The Distant Threshold

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The bill was printed on heavy, cream-colored stock, the ink a faded violet that had begun to smear where my thumb had rested on the corner. It itemized the care of my father in the St. Jude’s ward, listing the cost of the morphine, the linen, the daily visits of the nurses, and the final line, in bold, demanded four hundred pounds by the first of December. I folded the paper into a square, then...

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