Calendar Girl

Inside, she accepted what she saw in a numb, matter-of-fact way.

Of course, these date books each bore a year on their spine as well.

Beginning with next year.

Calmly, Melinda extracted a book from the box, flipped it open.

Of course, it already had entries in it.

She dropped the book back into the box, knelt before it, thought of two things.





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