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Lillie McFerrin Writes
She stepped off and shuffled into the kitchen to start the coffee machine but before she could reach the counter she felt a pull to the other side of the room where the big white refrigerator sat.
She stood there, bemused, but as long as she was there, reached inside for the remains of last night’s tiramisu.
Turning back to the counter, sticky dessert plate in hand, she was oblivious to the souvenirs from past trips that were arranged on the appliance - tiny ceramic lemons from
a scene from Mount Vernon, the
logo of the Boston Red Sox, and many others.
They had gathered to form a ring of magnetism, a ring that not only held them to the refrigerator, but had also drawn her to it as well.