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Everyone stares miserably at the bird on the table. It lies there, between the corn and the lutefisk, waiting for someone to cut it up and eat it, but no one moves. It might have breathed a sigh of relief and gone on its way had it not already spent four hours in the oven.
That last sentence! Brilliant.
They hadn’t known how lovely it had been to be bored, inconvenienced, irritated, sleep deprived. How lovely it had been to be alive and able to ignore death.
Death could be lovelier. Who knows?
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As though Irene were not an intelligent woman who has always thought things through with great care. People have always respected her—why should that change just because she’s adopted one single unpopular opinion?
That last bit. All of us need that message.
A Christmas tree is one of those preposterous traditions that gets stupider the more you think about it—a tree! In the house! The living room! Dead, in the living room!
Hahahaha
And maybe, ultimately, this is what a real marriage is: adults taking care of each other. Maybe you can be dependent and independent and have someone dependent on you all at the same time with no real problem.
I like this
about.” He flashes a smug smile, as though he’s figured everything out and is so incredibly happy to be of help to Iver, when all he has done, really, is concocted an off-putting soup of clichés and dumped it on Iver’s head. He has scalded him with boiling platitudes.
That's a good way to put it. Well meaning people and their “pep talks.”
