From The Price of Extension
by Esi Noire
Nomi opened the closet. Inside: Freddie’s trumpet, hats, and a record player.
She found a vinyl labeled Sunday Cleaning (His Favorites) and set it spinning.
The horn filled the house. Mrs. M cried.
“That’s him,” she whispered. “That’s my Freddie.”
Later, she nodded at the boy’s grass-stained socks.
“That’s the kind of dirt you earn.”
That night, Nomi wrapped the player and added a note inside:
If you need to remember, play this one first.
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