Fiction | November 27, 2011

This was while Alethea’s cancer was taking over again, but before we realized it.  We had been getting along well again, renting a house back in Reading.  There was a heat wave, and we had no air conditioner.  It was late, almost 2:00 A.M.  We were naked in bed.  She was caressing me, and we were about to make love when we heard the screams.

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