Her eyes filled. “He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago,” she said. “It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them.” Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!

Her eyes filled. “He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago,” she said. “It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them.” Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!

– Mary Roberts Rinehart –

The Window at the White Cat

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