Meg rose early as was her habit,
donning her tattered and frayed apron.
She would fix a bowl of cereal,
then clean the kitchen in silence.
Wednesday meant shopping,
so she'd wait by the door,
purse in hand patiently for Fred.
It would be hours before she'd
wander back to the bedroom
to discover Fred had died...
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