A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

by its worn left ear.

In the front hallway, the air conditioning hummed, keeping the ninety-degree heat at bay. Harold was already there, waiting by the heavy oak front door with our light cardboards and my purse in his hands. He smoothed the front of his tie with a slow, deliberate stroke of his palm.

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