Rita said, “The awful news is that you probably just have to go ahead and feel the feelings and grieve the grief.” I said, “I hate that shit. I’m not going to call you anymore.” I could hear her smiling over the phone. I started to laugh, too, and then I started to cry. Rita said we should probably hang up so I could really let go and cry, and I did, just sobbed while the baby slept, and when I was done, it was like coming out of a trance, and I didn’t feel like eating anymore.… Well, maybe just a little.
