“Those two…”
She approached the door and knocked:
“Knock… knock… knock…”
Strangely, no one opened the door even though it was almost 11 a.m. She waited a moment, but didn’t see her husband or son come to answer it.
Then, Clara rummaged through her things to find her house key. Since she hadn’t used it in a while, it took her a bit to find it. Clara opened the door.
The first thing that surprised her was that the house was still strangely clean and tidy, not at all what she had imagined—a place left untouched by a woman’s touch.
Clara moved forward, gently placing the bags on the table.
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