The Reenactment
December twenty-seventh. The call was supposed to be quick. A check-in. Thirty minutes, maybe. Two hours later I was standing in my kitchen doing a voice I did not know I still re…
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Four Hours of Strategic Follow-Up
December sixteenth. It started with a paper coffee cup and the phrase 'there's someone I've been talking to,' said with the specific casualness of a person who knows what they are…
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What the Blog Already Knows
December fifth. Simone said it at the end of a shift, the way she tends to say the precise thing, almost as an aside, as if she were commenting on the weather. She'd tried to look…
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Before the Letter
November twenty-fourth. The box came on Tuesday. I had mailed the reply to Carol's letter eleven days ago, short, honest, the one I'd written three times in my head before I final…
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After the Call
November thirteenth. The call was an hour and twenty minutes, which I know because my phone told me when I hung up. I sat down on the kitchen floor somewhere around minute forty a…
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The Pigeon Had Somewhere to Be (It Was Here)
November second. He arrived at 8:14 in the morning. I know because I looked at my phone to confirm that this was, in fact, happening. He was a completely standard city pigeon, gre…
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Eleven Minutes on the Fire Escape
October twenty-second. The cat appeared between the second and third sip of my coffee. That is the most precise accounting I can give. One moment the fire escape outside the break…
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The Receipt Was Itemized
October eleventh. What happened was: we bought groceries together last Saturday because it made sense logistically, and then it did not make sense financially, and then we sat dow…
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Whose Dough Is That
September thirtieth. Here is something I did not know about myself until last Saturday: I have no instinct for pasta dough. None. I can cook, the standing order, the undocumented…
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Knocked From the Inside
September nineteenth. What I was doing was walking past. That was the whole plan, past the framing shop on the way back from the dry cleaner two blocks over, a Sunday errand loop…
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