August 2009
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august and everything after
Nobody felt like cooking that first night after cremating my brother. In all that monochromatic pall falling like some severe after-party sugar crash over the household, it had come down to the five of us again, the left-behinds, the survivors - - -haggard and devastated in equal measure. The weeks before that, we had somehow worn each other out as support systems. And comes a time when one must...