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Lisa
37 days since leaving Grace
In the dream Anthony was looking at her and his mouth was moving, but it wasn’t his voice she heard. It wasn’t a voice at all. It was a dull thumping sound, perfectly in sync with his lips opening, like a fish.
He was trying to say something, and she could tell he was getting frustrated that she didn’t understand, but she couldn’t, they weren’t even words, they were just sounds, noises, thumps, thuds, knocks—knocks—
Knocking. On her door. She opened her eyes and there was no Anthony, only scrapbooking and the laptop, ever-open, on the desk.
And knocking. Don’t forget knocking.
She heaved the side table out of the way, and it must have been audible because the knocking stopped.
Lisa cracked the door, still rubbing her eyes. What time was it? She ha
