The Collected Regrets of Clover

by Mikki Brammer

Grief plays tricks on you that way—a familiar whiff of cologne or a potential sighting of your person in a crowd, and all the knots you’ve tied inside yourself to manage the pain of losing them suddenly unravel.

life,” Grandpa said, watching with satisfaction. “And the same can be said for wit and charm.

But two things will serve you better than any others.”

“Infinite curiosity and a keen sense of observation.” I slid the notebook out from beneath