The Golden Downtown
Margaret Ashworth had walked the same four blocks of Kettering's downtown every Tuesday and Thursday for seventeen years, never deviating, never rushing, her hands folded neatly over the strap of a canvas tote bag that had once belonged to her mother and before that to her grandmother. The routine was not a choice so much as a gravity—a pull she could no more resist as breathing. She passed the...
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