“The messages were brief, and unrevealing, but he played them over and over, weeping, bent double with grief, the messages’ very banality – “Hey, Judy. I’m going to the farmers’ market to pick up those ramps. But do you want anything else? Let me know” – something precious, because it was proof of their life together.”

“The messages were brief, and unrevealing, but he played them over and over, weeping, bent double with grief, the messages’ very banality – “Hey, Judy. I’m going to the farmers’ market to pick up those ramps. But do you want anything else? Let me know” – something precious, because it was proof of their life together.”

— Hanya Yanagihara