practical.
A drowning person reaches for a hand.
I said yes, and some of my friends called me reckless.
His children attended the engagement gathering.
His daughter, Marlene, did not shake my hand. She looked at me as though I had dragged dirt across an antique rug.
“So you’re the new project,” she said.
I tried to smile.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
All evening, she watched and judged me from across the room.
After the wedding, Russell held my hand and led me through his front door.
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