A Short Story
I sat in Connie’s funeral at Temple Bet Havarim, in the very last row. I wanted to be close to the restroom exit, and close enough to a wall socket to plug in a heating pad. I wanted to be out of everyone’s sight-line. Don’t let my handicaps and tics become a distraction.
I like to sit by the door. I like to play Klondike Solitaire on my pho…
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