Mandy pulls out delicate items—silk blouses, rayon skirts, summer weight T shirts that could shrink in the heat of the dryer. All the while yesterday’s conversation with Eric’s widow plays and re-plays. He was alive yesterday morning. Donna seemed hopeful, unconcerned even. Or was she? Was she unaware, naive, in denial? Or was she softening … Continue reading While Sorting the Laundry, Mandy Thinks About Death
