Unwelcome at Ms. Abby’s
The key my mother gave me felt cold and possessed.
X4U, it read at the base. Straight, precise, concave
grooves gave way to a jagged hillside on the right. It
made me think of a deteriorating Roman column. Mom
said it didn’t look good for Ms. Abby Ward, her friend….
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