The Hollow Pill Part 2
Saturday morning, Lucinda woke to sunlight slicing into the bedroom around the slats in the blinds. It looked like rays from a film projector, and for a moment she thought she was dreaming, in a movie being projected onto the bedroom walls. She heard the shower running and looked over to Bob’s side of the bed. He was gone. Good. She didn’t want to see him first thing this morning.She put on gray fleece pants and a white tee-shirt—her Saturday housekeeping garb—went downstairs and started a pot...
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