Three Weeks After Lucas Was Gone, Charles Claimed the House on Maple Street
“Six days, Mrs.
Gallagher.”
At a quarter to one, I spread the bank copy, the household bills, and Lucas’s ledger across the kitchen table.
The oak was scratched from years of his keys and my coffee cups.
I sorted the bills by date.
October electric.
October water.
The hospital installment for the delivery room.
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