Shuffle, step. Flap forward, pull backStomp, slap hands on knees, cross over
Later, entering her front door, she nearly tripped over Mrs. Granger’s boxes and remembered that she hadn’t finished going through the third box. Her first impulse was to ignore it, save it for later, but she decided it would be better to get to it and be done with the project.
Anastasia took a mug of coffee and a plate of cheese and crackers to her living room and sorted through more odds and ends. She created piles for “trash,” “charity,” and “other,” meaning she’d keep them for a while or offer them to Emily or Keicia. She worked her way to the bottom of the box, adding more items to each pile—a stack of letters and postcards, expired passports, stationary supplies, old purses.
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