The movers reloaded the truck without being asked, and the women moved with unusual gentleness. One squeezed my hand and whispered an apology before heading to her car. Diane sat on the porch step, no longer performing.
She said she had mistaken my reliability for something that could never run out. That night Brooke called, furious, and I let it ring before answering. I told her the ledger was not a bill, only a record, and that the lending had ended.
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