The Wistful Dinner

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October 14, 1998 The house has been silent for six months, but the silence is no longer mine to keep. Julian arrived at four o’clock in the afternoon, his car parked crookedly across the gravel drive, the engine ticking as it cooled in the chill of the October air. He looked thinner than I remembered, his face gaunt beneath the brim of his cap, his eyes darting toward the front door as if...

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