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Two, when you spend your working life in the advertising business, you meet a lot of crazy people. If they’re not that way when they come onboard, they get that way.
That was Greg, too. Always leave yourself an out.
You get crazy ideas sometimes, ones that would seem ridiculous in broad daylight but seem quite plausible in the small hours of the morning.
Buttons had a little wicker basket of toys. It was now on its side with the lid open. A couple of balls, a well-chewed catnip mouse, and a colorful rubber fish lay on the floor. I looked at these a long time, telling myself I must have kicked the basket over earlier in the day and just not noticed. Because really, what else could it have been? I put the toys back in and closed the lid.
I don’t know if she really believes the kiddies are in it or not.” “Maybe it’s both,” I said. “Sometimes yes, sometimes no?”
Probably never got over it. I mean, who would?” I could relate to that. Some things you don’t get over.
If onlies are also rattlesnakes, I think. They are full of poison.
Tragedy calling to tragedy.
Grief sleeps but doesn’t die. At least not until the griever does.
You may scoff at the idea that our son came to escort her out of this life, and you are welcome to. I, on the other hand, once heard my little boy’s voice coming from his closet while he was dying a dozen miles away.
They had the will of men and the simple and selfish desires of small children.
The dead could age. I had never considered the possibility, but knew it now.