The House in the Photographs
She had done the room beautifully.
Of course she had.
And what happened was almost nothing.
Four people said something.
All four were kind and two were awkward about it and one was a man named Curtis who I had not spoken to since 2004 and who said, “I heard.
That’s rough,” and then changed the subject with such deliberate, obvious mercy that I nearly had to go outside.
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