Leannegranger
The letter, unopened, waited for him. It waited for days and months and years. Some days it sat quietly in his dresser drawer, some days it screamed to him from up the stairs and down the hallway.
The nights had gotten colder. The flannel sheets and the smell of wood burning in the wood stove were the symphony of comforts that allowed her rest. She was alone now, but for the first time, alone was good. A gift.
i could have figured it out on my own. But, at his suggestion, I hired a tutor. Tall, dark, articulate and handsome, I heard little of what he said and found myself tracing the outline of his jaw with my eyes. This was the best or the worst idea, I hadn't yet decided.
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