Afterward, I sat in the truck with the cassette in my hand, and my second wife climbed in beside me without being asked. “Play Side B,” she said quietly. I turned the tape over and pressed the button.
“If you are hearing this, you are the one who stayed,” Ruth said. “Do not let him keep me in a toolbox. Put my pie crust on the table and make it yours. Thank you for the quiet house.” My wife cried without a sound. I held her hand until the tape ran out.
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