A Home for the Holidays: A Novel

by Taylor Hahn

“That album will never get old,” I agreed. “In two thousand years, highly evolved humans with brains the size of basketballs and solar panels on the backs of their ears will still listen to ‘Will You Love Me Tomorrow?’ and start crying.”

One time I asked her, what if I died? I’d never get out of bed again, she said. She lived for me. The least I could do was live for me, too.