My sister-in-law threw my flowers out the window in front of my husband: “Don’t clutter up my house!” Forty-one minutes later, it became clear whose house it really was.
The geranium in the clay pot flew downward in silence. It didn’t scream, didn’t cling to the windowsill. It simply vanished into the gray rectangle of the open window, leaving a dirty streak of black soil on the plastic frame. One second later came a dull slap against the asphalt. “Don’t clutter up my house […]
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