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than the cars.

Eleanor had made the apron herself ten years earlier, stitching it during the winter after Robert moved into his first apartment.

It was not valuable.

It was personal.

Jessica was wearing it as if it were a costume.

“Jessica,” Eleanor said, “I didn’t know you were here.”

Jessica looked at her the way someone looks at an inconvenience standing continue reading …