Have everyone over Sunday. Let them bring lunch.
Then she closed the notebook, settled into her chair beneath the yellow curtains, and watched the last light linger on her walls.
In the kitchen, there was one cup waiting.
It was hers.
Have everyone over Sunday. Let them bring lunch.
Then she closed the notebook, settled into her chair beneath the yellow curtains, and watched the last light linger on her walls.
In the kitchen, there was one cup waiting.
It was hers.