The talk on the TV had turned to a jumbled hum, men Helen recognized and didn’t recognize talking about Nixon’s resignation.She’d hear enough about it when Albert got home from 3rd shift at Allied.
The upper was darker than usual, just the TV and one blue light shining up from below.
When the door opened, Helen didn’t turn.
“There’s water for tea on the stove, my angel. Have some.”
“No thanks, Gram.”
There was a phlegmy catch to Candy’s voice.
“Dammit,” Helen said and Candy froze as though Martians landed next to the fish tank.
“Scuse me, Gram?” Whatever high Candy had left whooshed away with Gram’s profanity.
“I said
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