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  • When my husband left, I set up shop at the dining room table. It looked out over the whole apartment and out to the balcony. This was my domain.

    He was a vegetarian who ate fish. I let all the fish in the freezer turn into a single block of ice. I ate red meat and spinach, and not much else.

    There was a neglected plant hanging on the balcony and the day after he left a pigeon nested there.

    One day I locked my car in the garage and couldn’t get it out.

    I smashed some expensive pottery he gave me in the alley.

    Then one day I looked up and realized it wasn’t a pigeon nesting on my balcony. It was a dove.

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