"Any other messages?"
"Two calls from the Witch."
"Please don't call her that," Myron said.
Myron had recently hoped for a thawing between the two. Jessica had invited Esperanza to lunch - but he now recognized that nothing short of a thermonuclear meltdown would soften that particular spread of earth. Some mistook this for jealousy. Not so. Five years ago, Jessica had hurt Myron. Esperanza had watched it happen. She had seen up close the devastation. Some people held grudges; Esperanza clutched them and tied them around her waist and used cement and glue to hold them steady.
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