Marlo had closed the house and gone on a soul-cleansing trip after the funeral.
There was a distance imposed between usby geographypart of its job I guessif you…
‘The coffin, the casket, whatever. We need a bigger one, right?’ The words disappear down the crackling…
The weightof its wetness,stretched acrossthe skin of her face,burrowing deepinto the wrinkles,of time, a networkof…