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Chapter Four 🏠

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I watched as she parked her stroller at the bus stop under the branches of a tree, and I estimated that she was my age or younger because she was wearing her reddish hair in two pigtails that stuck out from under her yellow halo of a rainhat like the rays a child will draw coming out of the sun with an orange crayon. She was also wearing jeans and a pea jacket, which placed her in college in the late sixties. She looked too thin to be friendly, and I ordinarily never bothered with people with red hair because they seem just a little unpeeled, but on the other hand, I couldn’t be all that choosy. If I could get to her before the other women did, if I could just get dressed in time and get out to the bus stop before she left, then everything would work out.

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