No one mentioned Debbie’s name at
work. “What happened?” Jonah would ask himself
in the mirror each night, just after he brushed his teeth. One moment she'd been standing next to the
cart, complaining about tropical oils. And the next, he was holding
the perfect strawberry in winter, talking to no one. Only Bill, who Jonah sometimes came across in
the cafeteria during his coffee break, said to Jonah,
“I’m sorry about Debbie, man.” Jonah
pretended not to hear him. He just asked
if Bill knew who had won the basketball game.
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