Lisey's Story

by Stephen King

time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

The exhausted mind is obsession’s easiest prey,

She wonders sometimes if everyone has a curtain like that in their minds, one with a don’t-think zone behind it. They should. It’s handy. Saves a lot of sleepless nights. There’s

But she closed that off, remembering something Scott used to say: Ninety-eight percent of what goes on in people’s heads is none of their smucking business.

Lying on her widow’s bed with the spade clamped in her hands, a much older Lisey cried out in joy for what was remembered and grief for what was gone. Her heart was mended even as it was broken again.