The gentle tap was more disconcerting than an urgent, machine gun pounding could ever be.
Once Greta saw the shadow on the porch, she knew it was Frank, but the not knowing, the questioning whether or not she heard a knock always made her shiver, like all the blood in her cardio system had reversed course.
He wanted returnables, cans and bottles, to take …
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