Erasure

by Percival Everett

“Well, you don’t actually read it,” I said. “You look at it for a long time, but you don’t really read it.”

“I ask that grief not push us to the irrational belief in some god. We do not need to believe that Father has gone on to the good light. He told me often that he was not afraid of the dark. Neither am I. And neither are you.”