When the Lights Go Out, the Vows Get Tested in the Dark

if the smell of bleach and the hum of fluorescent lights could stand in for the kitchen radio and the way Martha used to tap her spoon against the pot when she was thinking.

“I’m not putting her somewhere she’ll die in a hallway,” I said, and I heard the bitterness in my own voice and hated it.

Rachel’s tone sharpened. “That’s not fair. Not all places continue reading …