The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. I’m that shamed to confess it, miss, but it were then I thought of Martha. She infused menace into her voice.
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