I Let Them Throw Me Out Before They Learned What Richard Left Me

widowed for four years, and raising two children who were angry in the way children get angry when grief sits in the house too long and no one names it right. David was fifteen. Marcus was twelve. Cynthia was not family yet. She came later, all pearl earrings and little hard smiles, after David grew into a man who liked women who spoke for him.

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