2011-08-18 / General Stories
The letter arrived just before lunch, in an official-looking envelope. Marvin Pincus quickly opened it, then sat down in his recliner. He read it over and over. He looked around. Marjorie was out doing the shopping. Marvin’s old face looked even older. He walked out to the pickup and drove down to the Mule Barn truck stop with the letter. He needed … someone.
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