Part 45:
link Gwen sorts through the mail, standing just inside the doorway of their flat Wednesday evening.
Bill, junk, junk, bill… what is this?
It’s addressed to Arthur. It looks like an invitation. She ponders it, tempted to open it. She feels the heavy linen paper between her fingers, and turns it over, looking for a return address. None.
Shit. I hope he’ll be ہوم soon. I know…
He goes to Sunshine on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so he’ll be at the studio. Gwen picks up the phone and dials,...
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