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And I Watered It, With Tears

AND I WATERED IT, WITH TEARS

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He sits in his idling truck, staring into the rain-streaked night, feeling the engine’s throb in the seats. Rain hisses against the cab’s roof while wipers smear water across glass with sliding thunks.

He presses his iPhone against his ear.

Listens.

Sighs “Goodbye.” Hangs up, drops the iPhone onto the passenger seat, sits back and closes his eyes, feeling the engine’s throb.

***

“Andrew. I signed the papers this morning.”

“Rachel . . . please. Let’s keep trying. Just a little longer . . . ”

“It’s been a year, Andrew. We tried. And I’m tired. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Rachel . . . ”

“The papers. Sign them. Don’t drag this out. Please.”

***

Thursday

5:55 PM

Standing at the end of a line which hadn’t moved for thirty minutes, Andrew McCormick pulled his iPhone from his pocket, slid his thumb across its touch-sensitive screen and groaned softly at the time.

5:55 PM

The New York State Electric & Gas payment center closed at 6:00 PM. His
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