An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

they were his personal tenants. Every conversation at our table eventually came back to the ledger and the community’s perception of us.

I set the pitcher down on the round wooden coaster, but my hand misjudged the distance by an inch. A few drops of yellow juice splashed onto the polished tabletop, bead-like and bright under the mountain sun.

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