Colette called the day I moved into my apartment, just as I had finished wiping down the last of the kitchen cupboards. The phone startled me when it buzzed awake. I had already spoken to my mother and knew it could not be her. ‘Hullo stranger,’ she said, her voice carefully light. ‘Colette,’ I said. … Continue reading Colette Went Quiet
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