They did not talk about the cancer that took Cora. They did not talk about the funeral, or the year Arthur drank himself to sleep every night, or the way Molly Jane had to learn to cook scrambled eggs for herself at age eight because he couldn't get out of bed. They didn't talk about any of the hard things. They talked about the porch swing. About a picnic where ants invaded the potato salad. About the first time he said, "I love you," and she said it back.
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Arthur's head swiveled toward Deb, then back to Molly Jane. "She calls you Molly," he said, frowning. "Why does she call you that?" They did not talk about the cancer that took Cora
"I knew you'd come," Arthur said, his voice a rusted hinge. "I told them. I said, 'Cora won't let me sit here alone.' They didn't believe me." They talked about the porch swing