Close enough to the bellezza of the country, Washington Depot and Roxbury, the fine towns with the shampooed cows, but far enough that it could not be easily said that she’d moved out there to be closer to Harry. In short, nothing Noni said or did mattered out here. The cashier before her was multiply pierced and purple-lidded. The lady behind Noni was over ninety, engaged with a change purse. She’d donated twenty dollars once, on a fair day of her life, and they kept now coming back for more, and always in her darkest hours.įuck you, she said aloud. The second note was from the March of Dimes. Please know that it was an extremely competitive lalalala. While we lalalala, we regret to inform you that you are not a recipient of the grant this year. Lemm, Thank you for your submission to the Moorehead Documentarian Grant. She opened her email application and there it was : RE: Noni Lemm. And ruffling her hair, or what remained of it. You will never be old enough, he’d said, kissing the top of her head. Am I too old for it? she’d asked him, the first time she’d worn it in his presence. She removed it from her Herschel hip pack, an accessory Harry had claimed to love. In line at the Aldi, her phone vibed twice.
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