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I guess this one is mine, she thought. A clock ticked. She was so anxious that she didn’t bother to lock the front door. “Every year. Marzanna said. Sonia set the cookies on the coffee table. Marzanna said. “I didn’t mean to…I’m just so sorry!” And she ran. “Come with me. “Please, sit,” he said. I was thinking about you tonight for no reason. How are your classes this year?”
“They’re fine. “There’s power in being the last of a kind; the last of a family. “I won’t bite.”
“It’s just…I’m not sure…have you ever…?”
He looked cute and flustered. How are your classes this year?”
“They’re fine. She stretched out on the comforter, the bedding cool against her hot skin. ***
Halloween night. “What does your wife think about that?”
His face fell. You’re still young.”
“There’s not a lot of teaching jobs in the world. “It’s all right. Bring the chair.”
Sonia lifted the old rocker. “Come with me.