One day, some time before she killed her husband, Sheri woke early and burned the coffee. Rob came downstairs and noted it; he called it the worst of scents. Sheri didn’t respond. He searched her eyes: deadness there, too tired to respond or care.
Published March 2011 by Republic of Letters Books
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