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The Call She Did Not Make
Nadia stood at the counter after closing, with the sewing machine catalog open and her thumb on the order button. Clothes with pins still in them hung on the rack behind her. A wedding suit needed a sleeve. She wanted the second machine so that work would not sit there into next week. The rent envelope was on the shelf. She had not opened it.
Samir, her brother, locked the door and put the cash box on the table. He counted the shop money after closing. Nadia usually swept while he finished. Tonight she did not want to wait.
"I can order it now," she said. "They will bring it next week. Then I can take the wedding suit as well."
Samir did not look at the catalog. He laid the papers out in a line: