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I thought of my own mother, who had kept a ledger with names and dates because memory alone failed her. I thought of all the things we prefer tidy. I considered my daughter’s happiness and the quiet radicalism of loving someone imperfectly assembled. I walked into the room and touched Eli’s shoulder. His case was warm from the hardware’s breath.
I thought of my own mother, who had kept a ledger with names and dates because memory alone failed her. I thought of all the things we prefer tidy. I considered my daughter’s happiness and the quiet radicalism of loving someone imperfectly assembled. I walked into the room and touched Eli’s shoulder. His case was warm from the hardware’s breath.
