Category: Widower
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Staying put in the death house
So be it. I stay in this house with the ghosts of my wife and my son and my two brothers. They join me at cocktail hour and we all get drunk.
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Trapped dragonfly
He fears she is cold, colder than he is in his lowly bungalow, and alone, lonelier than he is in his isolation, and in a black void — at least he can turn on a light.
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Everything is the way she left it
The red coat she wore on the last day of her life is still in the closet. And her jackets and dresses. Her shoes and boots. Her blouses and other garments are in the chest of drawers.
Mary Saves the Day 