The Winter Accountant
I drove up to Dunewalk on a gray Tuesday in early November.
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I drove up to Dunewalk on a gray Tuesday in early November.
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The ferry dock at Salt Creek was empty when I got off it, which was normal for a Tuesday in January.
The winter had gone on so long I'd stopped keeping track of the weeks.
The car had been making that noise for a week.
Val took the house-sitting job out of spite.
I moved to Saltcliff in October, right after the last of the summer people cleared out.
The bus let Monty off at the end of a gravel drive that ran so far into the trees he couldn't see the house from the road.
The alarm went off at 4:15 and I lay there for a solid minute wondering whose idea my life was.
Yolanda's bus dropped her at the end of Paloma Bay's main street at four in the afternoon, and she stood there a minute with her duffel…
I was thirty-three last November when I decided my life needed a hard reset, and the way I did it was to agree to house-sit for my friend…
The offseason at the Shoreline Motel is slow enough that I talk to the coffee maker.
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