It's going to be adjudicated in Maine, where folks are less enlightenedabout how well two married men--married to each other, I meanan raise alittle girl. If Sara was a marriage instead of ahouse, you'd call this a trial reconciliation. He reached across the table and squeezed myshoulder. IOU don't need to worry about it because it's gray.
Everything down there is death, she said,and pressed her cold palms and white, pruney fingers to my cheeks. She was able to escape her coffin,her winding shroud. The kind with stripes. I rocked her back and forth in my armsunder the black thunderheads.
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