A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
I didn’t answer.
The silence spread into a cold, empty gap over the phone line.
“I’ll see you when I see you,” Ethan said.
The call ended with a sharp metallic beep.
The room darkened as the last of the sunlight slipped behind the hills to the west.
I finished hanging up and sat there in the dark living room.
I put the receiver back in its cradle.
The quiet of the farmhouse closed in around me.