i can see that in the way she offers
me a drink
after looking at the wallpaper
she wants hung.
tea?
perhaps some cookies. can you
stay
for a few minutes.
i'd like to tell you a story about
how i came
to live here.
it was forty years ago.
i look at my watch. i fold up my
book.
sure. i look around the room.
the old sofa.
china in the hutch.
the pictures of family on the walls.
the white vase
on the mantle.
it's a long story, one she's told
before. but i listen.
i shift my feet.
i nod politely, but offer no words.
she needs to tell me this tale.
she wants me to
know her story.
she wants this life to mean more.
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