Unwritten

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Or it could be a sign of mental illness Walter continued Or a vivid dream Or rang Never mind The bell and disappointed Gracie gathered her books and hurried leaving Walter mid sentence to lunch You got this from Walter Gracie sat at the kitchen table later that night Her mother stood at the counter clutching the flyer one hip cocked honey colored curls tumbling around her shoulders Her face wore the pinched splotchy look that meant she was angry Don’t worry Gracie pulled a thread from the tablecloth I didn’t tell him anything But why did he have it He said it came in a book he bought Who cares why he had it I think we should go see her Mom crumpled the flyer Absolutely not