Snowflakes were blowing into Cecily’s eyes and eyelashes.

     “I have to pick up a prescription for my husband.  He’s home sick today.  Look, I’ll give you a ride.  Okay?”

     “Ya.  Dddddddanki.”

     “I’ll drop you off to get your shopping done while I go pick up James’ medicine, then I’ll come back and get you.”

     “Dddddddanki.”

     At the corner store, Cecily picked up bread, butter, and three strawberry wine bottles.  She knew she couldn’t sit at home all day and not have some bottles to soothe herself and her emotions.  She waited just in...

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