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Sophie's face faded into the gray winter light
of the sitting room. She dozed in the armchair
that Joe had bought for her on their fortieth
anniversary. The room was warm and quiet. Outside
it was snowing lightly.
At a quarter past one the mailman turned the
corner onto Allen Street. He was behind on his
route, not because of the snow, but because
it was Valentine's Day and there was more mail
than usual. He passed Sophie's house without
looking up. Twenty minutes later he climbed
back into his truck and drove off.
Sophie stirred when she heard the mail truck
pull away, then took off her glasses and wipe
her mouth and eyes with the handkerchief she
always carried in her sleeve. She pushed herself
up using the arm of the chair for support, straightened
slowly and smoothed the lap of her dark green
housedress.
Her slippers made a soft, shuffling sound on
the bare floor as she walked to the kitchen.
She stopped at the sink to wah the two dishes
she had left on the counter after lunch. Then
she filled a plastic cup halfway with water
and took her pills. It was one forty-five.
There was a rocker in the sitting room by the
front window. Sophie eased herself into it.
In a half-hour the children would be passing
by on their way home from school. Sophie waited,
rocking and watching the snow.
The boys came first, as always, runnng and
calling out things Sophie could not hear. Today
they were making snowball as they went, throwing
them at one another. One snowball missed and
smackd hard into Sophie's window. She jerked
backward, and the rocker slipped off the edge
of her oval rag rug.
The girl dilly-dallied after the boys, in twos
and threes, cupping their mittened hands over
their mouths and giggling. Sophie wonder if
they were telling each other about the valentines
they had received at school. One pretty girl
with long brown hair stopped and pointed to
her face behind the drapes, suddenly self-consious.
When she looked out again, the boys and girls
were gone. It was cold by the window, but she
stayed there watching the snow conver the children's
footprints
A florist's truck turned onto Allen Street.
Sophie followed it with her eyes. It was moving
slowly. Twice it stopped and started again.
Then the driver pulled up in front of Mrs. Mason's
house next door and parked.Who would be sending
Mrs. Mason flowers? Sophie wondered. Her daughter
in Wisconsin? Or her brother? No, her brother
was very ill. It was probably her daughter.
How nice of her.
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