My Husband Beat Me on Easter and Told Me No One Would Believe Me—Then My Retired-Colonel Father Arrived With Police Behind Him
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Chapter 23 - The Easter Basket
The basket remained at the house until property division.
I forgot it existed.
Then my attorney sent photographs of items awaiting disposition.
There it was.
Pastel wicker.
Yellow ribbon.
Ridiculous.
I almost told them to throw it away.
Instead, I took it.
Why?
No profound reason.
It belonged to me.
The following Easter, I filled it with candy and brought it to Dad’s house.
He stared.
“What are you doing?”
“Easter.”
“That basket?”
“It’s a basket.”
He looked uncertain.
I handed him a chocolate egg.
He ate it.
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By the next year, the object had lost most of its charge.
Ordinary use can reclaim things too.
