The night after he got back...he said he didn't like the pillowcases...my Grandmother's pillowcases, like she was still alive-like she was in bed with us-in bed with him-resting his eyes-his head on her chest-her back...looking at her hands like I did in the car-on the way-always on the way-always wanting to be in the back seat sitting next to me.
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