Her expression doesn’t change.
- Vanessa?
I’ve come down my gaze.
It’s over.
Margaret smiled sadly.
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Of course.
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Margaret, please.
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What do you want?
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Let’s talk.
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Speaks.
I looked at the inside of the house.
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Not here.
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Here it’s very good.
That’s when I did something that, a few months before, I wouldn’t have imagined.
I started to cry.
I am so sorry.
Margaret didn’t say anything.
I was an idiot. A selfish. I threw it all away for…
“For a twenty-eight-year-old woman who made you feel important.
I raised my eyes.
- Did you know?
“Jew, I was your wife twenty-seven years old.
Then why didn’t you say anything?
“Because you can’t force a man to value something he has already decided is worth nothing.”
The words hit me.
I want to go back.
Margaret then did something unexpected.
Open the door wider.
- Come in.
I felt a crazy hope.
