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Show 58 he and Annis have shared. He opens the doors of the closets and the drawers of the dressers again, and again he realizes that almost everything of hers is gone: her side of the closet contains only dangling hangers, the drawers are empty, the clutter of rougepots and lipsticks and assorted earrings has been swept from the top of the dresser, and even the miscellaneous pictures of the grandchildren stuck in under the edges of the mirror are gone, as if she has already died, and all traces of her existence are being expunged. He weeps, now. And he calls his sons. |