Memory and freedom
She is an echo in my mind—the sound of fingernails on slate—until I remember that I don’t have to answer to her moods any more. Coming home with unplanned purchases, and it’s just a reflex; brace for impact. And only as I started to write this did I remember what a splendidly long time it has been since I drove home while worrying about someone’s drinking.
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