Quick Reads

It was late fall when Jenny bought the cottage. After the last debacle with the writer guy who’d taken the Vanagon and all the wine when he left, she deliberately chose a house too small for two people.

“The last sale fell through because a double bed wouldn’t fit in the bedroom,” the chatty realtor admitted, secure now that the sale was finalized.

“Perfect.” With a flourish, Jenny signed the final papers, “I’m 76, I’m a hermit. A single bed will do me fine.” It had taken her a lifetime to learn how much better off she was alone.

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