Madison took a sip of her wine. “What we do in life is one thing.” “What we do in the face of death is everything else. This was a shit life. A really shit life. But it’s a good death.” “It wasn’t all bad,” she said, taking my hand. “No,” I said. “Not all of it.” “I forgive you,” she said. “It doesn’t count. It’s not really you saying that.” “No,” she said. “It’s you saying that. Oh, here we go!”
