She did not wait for me to answer before she walked out toward the hallway, her slippers dragging against the linoleum.
By ten, the autumn sun had barely managed to pierce the heavy clouds over Maple Street.
Arthur stood by the front living room window, his shoulder turned toward the room as he watched a gray mail truck crawl down the block. He had not changed out of his work trousers from the night before, and his flannel shirt looked loose around his neck.
I held the printed copy of our cruise itinerary in both hands, twisting my silver wedding band around my finger until the skin turned red. The paper felt heavy, like a summons.
