“She drew the curtains and changed back into her jeans and sweater. She put the babydoll back in the bottom of her drawer, taking her time, folding it very carefully for some reason. As if Freddy would notice if it was wrinkled. Right. She took a bottle of seltzer water and mixed in a little of her son’s fruit punch Twister. Charlaine sat on a stool at the marble kitchen block. She stared at the glass. Her finger traced loops in the condensation. She glanced at the Sub-Zero refrigerator, the... new 690 model with the stainless steel front. There was nothing on it—no kid pictures, no family photographs, no finger smears, not even magnets. When they had the old yellow Westinghouse, the front had been blanketed with that stuff. There had been vitality and color. The remodeled kitchen, the one she had wanted so much, was sterile, lifeless. Who was the Asian man driving Freddy’s car? Not that she kept tabs on him, but Freddy had very few visitors.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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