We moved to Indianapolis seventeen years ago to try something new; the Midwest fit the bill. A woman I knew sparked my eternal desire to try new things. We worked together and I kept my distance most days. Like Peanuts Pig-Pen, a cloud of regret and sadness enveloped her body like a shadow. The sadness manifested itself in her words. Understandably, she had no clue how she sounded. Most of her comments were what we call in the South, “compliments with a cut.”

Me: “I got the job and ...


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