" It's done, isn't it?"
I nodded. I gave him his letter. He didn't seem interested in opening it. He tossed it on the side table without a second look.”
“the furniture began. Cut timber sat in a bin next to the hearth. I couldn't see much of the walls, but they smelled musty, like they hadn't been cleaned in a long while. Mr. Black Day lit a lamp; I saw the dust sitting on the walls like carpets.
"It's done, isn't it?"
I nodded. I gave him his letter. He didn't seem interested in opening it. He tossed it on the side table without a second look.
Should I leave? I gestured over my shoulder to the door.
"What's wrong with you? Say something."
Apologetic, I pointed at my throat.
"Oh. Sorry.”
“He had nothing to be sorry about. I wanted to let him know that. But before I could so much as a smile, he slumped over at the table and started crying.
Alarmed, I did the only thing I could think of doing: I set my basket on the floor and squeezed Mr. Black Day's shoulders.
"My wife," he said. His voice was so quiet, I could barely hear him; I had to hold my breath and strain my ears. "My wife... "
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I nodded. I gave him his letter. He didn't seem interested in opening it. He tossed it on the side table without a second look.”
“the furniture began. Cut timber sat in a bin next to the hearth. I couldn't see much of the walls, but they smelled musty, like they hadn't been cleaned in a long while. Mr. Black Day lit a lamp; I saw the dust sitting on the walls like carpets.
"It's done, isn't it?"
I nodded. I gave him his letter. He didn't seem interested in opening it. He tossed it on the side table without a second look.
Should I leave? I gestured over my shoulder to the door.
"What's wrong with you? Say something."
Apologetic, I pointed at my throat.
"Oh. Sorry.”
“He had nothing to be sorry about. I wanted to let him know that. But before I could so much as a smile, he slumped over at the table and started crying.
Alarmed, I did the only thing I could think of doing: I set my basket on the floor and squeezed Mr. Black Day's shoulders.
"My wife," he said. His voice was so quiet, I could barely hear him; I had to hold my breath and strain my ears. "My wife..." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>