My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
“Then I’ll go.”
She put on her coat and lifted her bag.
At the door, she asked whether another delivery would be useful.
“I’ll call if I need one.”
“Not Tuesday automatically?”
“No.”
“All right.”
We did not hug.
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