15 January 2008. Gray with fog, yellow lights against the mist. Tradesmen's trucks with welded racks, smokey shapes, gleaming. Two figures walking side by side, an ebony woman in light blue, her left hand raised, palm up, in a gesture of agreement. Her
companion, much older, in black hat with wide wide brim...
Mom's birthday today. Jane Austin at the foot of the bed, what she was reading. Listening to, that is. But she always spoke of it as reading...
Alicia...
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