“Did your dad ask why you were wearing a turtleneck?” she
asked as they stood in the hall.
The six of them were always together, three boys…three
girls.
“No. I swear I could
walk out of the house in a nun’s habit and he wouldn’t notice,” she whispered,
unable to speak louder without it being painful.
His arm was wrapped around her protectively, but he found he
just couldn’t take his eyes off where the noose had been.
What had it felt like…being so close to death?
Did it make her appreciate life more?
Maybe that was what he needed.
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