"I Shall Not Want" - читать интересную книгу автора (Spencer-Fleming Julia)

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It was close to midnight, and he was halfway back to his mother's house, when Russ realized he hadn't thought of Linda in hours. Since… since when? This morning? This afternoon? Panic, like a meaty hand, gripped his throat. Since before stopping at the liquor store. He hadn't thought of her once since then. He had forgotten to remember. He steered the pickup to the shoulder of the road and got his four-ways on before the tears blinded him and he buckled over, hacking, the steering wheel cutting a groove in his forehead. He wept for his wife, and for forgetting, and for all the things he had loved and damaged.