I lived alone in a one-bedroom on Nicollet.

I had not had anybody at Christmas in three years.

If you want to know why a woman marries a dying man she has known for two years at a coffee cart, the answer is not only that she is kind.

Part Six: The Questions I Did Not Ask

Eight days between the cardboard and the licence, and in those eight days I asked him almost nothing.

Here is a complete list of what I did ask.