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weather.

Occasionally discussed her flowers.

Nothing more.

Then one afternoon, after Marcus had already been arrested, Eleanor came to my house.

By then, I had repainted it white.

She sat at my kitchen table and confessed everything.

Eleanor had insomnia.

“I’m old,” she told me. “Old people don’t sleep much.”

Most nights, she sat in a chair beside her front continue reading …