The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

crunchy for months and I’d been stepping over it in work boots.

After

When I got back, Karen was on the couch with a blanket over her legs and the pump disconnected, line capped. The black case was gone. Morning light hit the dust on the TV screen.

“I called Dr. Mendel’s office,” she said. “I moved my Friday appointment so you can come, if you want.”

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