THE EMAIL I SENT BEFORE DESSERT

me she’d known something was off for years, the way old women in hallways always do, and that she’d almost said nothing because she didn’t want to be a busybody.

“Thank God you’re a busybody,” I told her, and she laughed so hard she had to take the glasses all the way off.

I still have the camera on the bookshelf. I never took it down. Not because I’m continue reading …