“Being alone is stupid, Josie. I’ve been alone for twenty years. You think it’s noble? Plus I’ve got a disease—” “You don’t have a disease, Mom…” “I saw a thing: We all have rare diseases probably, only the symptoms are so small we don’t notice. Like right this very second, my finger is twitching. It never twitched when I was married. Why would you want to be me?
