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into the sink and kisses me on the

cheek. He picks up his lunch and walks into the front hallway. Linda follows his path, her long, black skirt swaying as she moves around the kitchen and into the hall. “Have a good day! Make sure you wear your coats. It is snowing today!” I remind them. “We will, mother!” they shout in unison as the two walk out the front door. Content, I sit down with my plate of food and begin to eat. “So how have you been lately?” Sachi asks as she sits down in a chair across from me. One of the many things I love about her is that she is always genuine and really cares from the bottom of her heart.

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glance at the clock up high above the doorway to the front hall: 7:37.

“Well, you know, nightmares all the

time, crying in my sleep, the usual,” I respond heavy-heartedly. “Claire, it is alright. All of this is normal, considering what you have been through. Soon, you will be able to sleep well. Your aching heart will begin to mend. I promise,” she consoles me. I give her a faint smile. “Thanks, Sachi. I had better get going.” I tell her as I

“Yes, you should be going. I will clean up your plate for you. Have a good day!” “Thanks, and you too.” Once I gather all my things together, I zip up my overcoat I ordered from the “Women’s Day” catalog and brace myself for the cold. It is a good thing that the

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