No Sugar

Not everything that grows is good.

Take Jonny’s drinking. Not so terrible when it’s just the newlyweds, sharing a night shift as janitors at the elementary school. He wears his dancing shoes, she, her high-laced kid boots and a cherry wool fascinator. She saves bits of chalk from the wastebaskets. He dusts, then plays, the piano in the assembly room.

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