Chapter 61 · for subscribers
My grandmother wore it forty years and gave it away once. I have never in my life seen two of it. There is a woman on the apron at the foot of my steps with her hair down, and she has been standing at the bottom of them since before I could reach the glass, waiting for the top of them to go empty — and this morning a nine-year-old in a white coat emptied it for her in one sentence.
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