I can face grief, bills, and loneliness. I can't face her
The room is silent, Malka and her friends hanging on to every word. Ruti wavers at the door, feet prickling with the urge to run.
And then Malka throws out a question, to the air. “Did she?”
Mrs. Russack doesn’t answer. Instead, she looks at Ruti with a sad smile.
Ruti holds the door with one hand. With the other, she clutches the reading glasses that are now buried deep in her pocket.
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