The Introvert Who (Almost) Ran for Town Council
I can make a difference in this town, she told friends. They were encouraging from the start, pleased by her omission of the words “I believe,” her phrasing of desire (and ambition) as fact. Yes, this was to be her time, of that they were sure. They remembered the many ways, large and small, that she had helped them, the good she had ushered into the world. How she located a shelter and then a new home for Marie, who for years had been unable to relinquish the fists and the honey tongue of Caleb. How she decorated Stefan’s studio apartment on thrift shop scavenging. As if from a...
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