It was wet. It was cold. The temperature had dropped 20 degrees. The movers had told her they’d be there early. She looked at her watch, the watch with no wrist band. 1 P.M. 2 P.M. Almost 3 in the afternoon. Cars passed by and its drivers looked at her. Some stared. What was this woman waiting for? She was surrounded by boxes on the right, boxes on the left. A woman driver smiled. It isn’t funny, the person waiting wanted to say. You try this and then tell me how amusing it is. Enough. I want to walk away. Just not care anymore.


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