Broken Leaf

Henry made a pot of tea for him and the two house ghosts.

“How was your day?” he asked. “Oh, of course.”

He got up in a hurry, shuffled to the counter, and back with the plastic cutting board loaded with a mound of lemons. “I had them sliced, I just forget to set them out.”

“Sorry you were saying?” he asked, dipping a cookie into his cup.

“Well, isn’t that something? And you were worried. I told you it would turn out all right, didn’t I?

Henry smiled and sipped, as the two cups across the table slowly emptied.

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