The Berry Pickers

by Amanda Peters

dated but never found affection enough for a relationship. As much as other people couldn’t understand it, I was content. Did I get lonely? Of course, but those bouts of loneliness passed quickly, and I could always find comfort in my own company.

I didn’t crave friendship or conversation the way some people do. Funny to think about it now, since all I do is talk whenever there is someone around to talk to.

I sent money, and I hoped it would help with the grieving, although I’ve found that money rarely helps with the things that are the most important.