The Distant Affair

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Act I "You’ll want the deed by Sunday, then." The voice came from the shadows of the doorway, low and dry as cured tobacco. I did not turn to look at him. I knew the weight of the silence in that room better than I knew the weight of my own hands. We were standing in the kitchen of the Lenehan house, the one that had passed through three probate sales in the last decade, the air heavy with damp...

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