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Their cab pulls up before the house and something queer twists in Susan’s chest when she sees lights already on. Sam meets them at the door. “I’ve warm milk and biscuits in the kitchen,” she says. “-- For children who wash their hands!” as the children tumble passed her into the house.
Susan sets down their cases with the knowledge she’s releasing a much heavier burden.
Sam pushes the door shut and turns. Susan feels the close warmth of her.
“I’ve missed you,” Susan says.
“Welcome home,” Sam whispers, lips against Susan’s mouth. And with great relief Susan thinks: I am.