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Driving To Clara

Mara drove Susan across town to a small white house on Birch Street, where Clara had lived quietly for nearly twenty years. Susan sat very still in the passenger seat the whole way, her folded hands pressed tight in her lap. At a red light, Mara reached over and squeezed her shoulder.