Chapter 38 - MRS. GABLEMrs. Gable blamed herself for waiting.

I told her:
“You called.”
“Late.”
“Yes.”
She looked surprised I agreed.
Then I said:
“Late still mattered.”
She became part of Emma’s life.
Every Sunday she brought lemonade.
The first summer after the trial, she refused to sit on our blue porch.
Emma dragged a chair outside.
“It’s safe.”
Mrs. Gable cried.
Emma looked confused.
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