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Mark and I are in a car with friends. Mark is driving. There is chatting and laughing, but also? There is tension. Mark and I have something to discuss. And this thing we need to discuss? Hangs heavy and impatient in the air. And then it’s just the two of us in the car.
A tale of two deaths . . . On one of the girls’ last days of school, the bus is late dropping them off. Not that late, just ten minutes or so, but the bus is never late. And then the bus is fifteen minutes late, and I am beginning to worry . . …A Murder of Crow Sometimes, I forget parts of memories. And then later, those parts come back, and I am all, “How the fuck did I forget that?” I mentioned to the girls the other night that when I was a kid, one time I made frozen chocolate-covered bananas. As I spoke, I could taste the perfection of …Banana trouble Maj is all crabby gesturing arms, her tone demanding and impatient, “Where’s my sweater?” I look up from the lunches I am packing, “What sweater?” “My white sweater. I had it yesterday, and I put it right here,” she gestures at the stool in the kitchen, “What did you do with it?” “What did …Muh-THUR |
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