“Hi Mom, what’s going on?” my daughter Amanda asked.
“Believe it or not, my TV just broke.”
“Are you serious?”
Amanda knew how many home repairs I’d had to deal with in the past few months. The refrigerator. The stove. The air conditioner. Now the TV. My husband, Byron, had died only three months earlier, and it seemed fitting, somehow, that things were breaking down all around me, as if the house itself was mourning his pass ing, just as I was.
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