Journal entry 29
The hush of turning a page.
This is what the arrival of the new year sounded like on New Year’s Day. The
turning of a page and facing the blank one that appeared. And as easy and
quietly as that, everything connected to Evelyn became the past. She rehearsed
for a play last year, went to the Arizona desert with Barbara last year, and
died last year.
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