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My grandmother was filing her nails at what she would later always refer to as an “armoire”—my father was very clear on that point—when my grandfather turned from the window and said, “I have the strangest feeling in my legs.” She didn’t look up. She would regret this. Daniel, she would say to me later, always look up, if someone says that to you, always.
it was somehow very typical of my family to go to the trouble of lugging home the clothes of a dead man but overlook his actual ashes.
