We are now as I wish we could be then.

“Everyone in this tale had a rock-solid hamartia: hers, that she is so sick; you…”

“She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubate…”

“The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed.”

“Maybe it’s more like you said before, all of us being cracked open, like, each …”