November 13th, 2010
Tossing the note back onto the oak, Karen went to Richard. She settled her body into his, pulled him close as tightly as she could. Richard opened his blanket and covered her shoulders. There was warmth there. Karen thought to ask if he wanted to finish making breakfast, but she couldn’t speak. Instead, she leaned into her husband and believed, for a moment, he was holding her up.
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