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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" 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... "

― , Gives Light (Gives Light, #1)

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quote : 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..." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>
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