The Wistful Dinner

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Marisol Loera packed the last of the stew into the clay pot. The meat was tough, boiled until it surrendered its shape, and the broth had turned the color of weak tea. She ladled it carefully, avoiding the rim, her hands steady despite the tremor in her left wrist. The house was empty. The walls were bare where the pictures had been, stripped away by the auctioneer’s men three days prior. She...

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