“How’d you do this year?” she asked.
He didn’t jump. Just like all the other times, he knew she was there just before she said anything. Her visits never scared him. Unsettled, but never frightened. She didn’t work that way.
“Okay,” he said, as if such a bland non-answer could hold any meaning. “Not as well as I wanted.”
She chuckled. It was a
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