
At speed
June 2, 2010That evening, she performed her routine at normal speed, though no one would have begrudged her anything slower.
It had only been six days since she last saw him wave to her. That moment was just after he backed the car out of the driveway. She had just packed him a lunch: a turkey sandwich, an apple, some Oreos.
It had only been six days since he emailed from work to say he would not be coming home again. Life moves so quickly, he said in the message. Thank you for everything, and goodbye.
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