wash the curtains in the living room. She asked if I could help her take them down.
I took a deep breath and prepared to leave my refuge. I stepped back into a reality where I was no longer the lady of the house.
I told her I was on my way. My friend Rosie stirred her coffee so vigorously that the sugar had dissolved long ago.
We were in our favorite café, which was an unassuming spot near the city library. Rosie had worked there for twenty seven years.
I lowered my eyes and stirred my own tea. At least Rosie was here because she was the only person I could still speak openly to.
I tried to smile and said it was not that bad. Rosie narrowed her eyes and told me to stop it.
She said I was letting them walk all over me in my own
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