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Letters We Mailed to the Wrong House
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A woman in her fifties opens the door. I mention Cordelia. She goes stiff. Her eyes fill. 'Who sent this?' she whispers.
'I WAS Cordelia,' she says. 'Before I married. Before I changed everything. I knew him. Years ago.' She stares at the letter like it's a ghost.
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She takes it with shaking hands. Closes the door. I never find out what she did with it. But weeks later I see her at the grocery store. Smiling. Really smiling. For the first time.
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