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That night, for the first time in many months, I dream of snow

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Gwenna

I’ from the book of Job via the Bible app on s

“Ooh!” I almost drop it in the mounds of bubbles all around et a split-second glimpse of the screen-saver clock—3:48 pm—before a name flashes across the screen: THE HAYWOODS

“Well, well…”

Do I answer it?

Hell no

I’o sit on a rusty nail I look down on

“I dare you to leave a voice mail, monkey fucker”

The phone beeps, just to spite me

I dry my hand, take a small sip ofthe towel to my ear before I put the iPhone to it

Despite my heavy Absinthe cloak, I feel my heart throb in the second before Haywood’s voice fills my ear

“This ,” he rumbles, “I accepted an offer on the house A residential offer It was for twenty-thousand dollars less than asking price” He pauses briefly, as if to let that sink in Then his crisp, New Yorker voice continues: “I always cared about your situation, Gwenna I’m pleased it worked out this way, and I wish you all the best”

I sit there blinking for abubbles off ht