Twelve Days After My Husband Died, My Neighbor Stripped Every Fruit Tree Bare—Then She Told Me Why
Objects cannot solve time.
PART 36 — THE MARKET
Months later, I went to the Columbus community market where Brenda had supposedly intended to sell the fruit.
She had a booth.
Jam.
Bread.
Crafts.
No stolen apples.
She saw me.
Looked nervous.
