Widow Basquiat
Jennifer Clement
“She irons the clothes, folds his clothes, places them in the same order on the shelf—the red sweater is folded this way and placed above the red shirt.”
“She irons the clothes, folds his clothes, places them in the same order on the shelf—the red sweater is folded this way and placed above the red shirt.”
“I drove out of the airport in a daze and motored straight out to work. After shuffling papers around on my desk like a jigsaw puzzle I came home and slept all day.”
“Cal’s daughter was always telling him what he could and couldn’t say. She kept reminding him that he was retired—unlike every single one of her friends’ fathers—therefore unacceptably old, therefore doddering around in a kind of anachronistic limbo that was deeply mortifying for those forced to live in close proximity to him.”