I Came Home From Teaching All Day to Find a Lock on My Own Pantry

the color of every curtain and grown the herbs in that window box from seed.

And someone had put a lock on my pantry.

Clare walked in from the hallway, drying her hands on a dish towel, wearing that pink blouse she’d told me cost two hundred and fifty dollars at a boutique downtown. The same amount of money I spent on groceries for the entire week.

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