Extremely loud & incredibly close
I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says, I can't bake any more bread.
You never bake bread, he wrote, and we were still joking.
Then it's like I woke up and baked bread, I said, and we were joking even then.
I wondered will there come a time when we won't be joking? And what would it look like? And how would that feel?
You never bake bread, he wrote, and we were still joking.
Then it's like I woke up and baked bread, I said, and we were joking even then.
I wondered will there come a time when we won't be joking? And what would it look like? And how would that feel?
