The Wistful Grid
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet in the places where Eleanor’s hand had trembled. It was addressed to her sister Margaret, but the content was a report to the Board of Directors regarding the winter heating grant. Eleanor smoothed the paper against the wood, her fingers brushing the raised texture of the type. She had written that the deficit was covered by the surplus in the...
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