You okay? Yeah. I turn around. I’m good. Through the kitchen window, the late afternoon sun pours across the backyard. I can hear the rhythm of Nathan’s table saw starting up again. The neighbor’s dog barking. A mocking bird somewhere in the pecan tree. My name is Vera Westbrook Cole. I’m 29 now and for the first time, my life is mine.
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