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I’m asking.”
I looked out the window at the yard, at the bare trees and the last of the afternoon light.
“Not yet,” I said. “But I’m not saying no. Ask me again in a month.”
She exhaled. Something releasing in her.
“Okay,” she said. “Okay.”
After I hung up, I stayed in the rocker for a while, watching the light change outside. I thought about the nine years continue reading …
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