The letter came at a time in Lea’s life when she felt particularly disconnected from things.
When Colin left the House for the first time after his last treatment cycle, he said he was “going to grab some air.”
The ashen smell in the air reminded Bernie of trash fires in Cambodia. But then again, everything today reminded him of something else.
It’s a Sunday night tradition:
-I go and buy the cheapest bottle of red wine from California at the liquor store.
You will never get a kiss because you’re invisible, the mirror says, a glare of sun where my face should be.