“It actually breaks my heart to see her this way. She was so feisty, so opinionated, such a brilliant hard-ass.” He looks grim. “We used to fight about everything. And now she talks in odd little snippets, and she’s just a placid, mostly vacant, sweet stranger who is living in my wife’s body. Smiling at me. Being grateful.” Wife, he said. Sweet, he said. Grateful.
