Life and death in the Age of ‘At Least’
Feb 10, 2021
4 minutes
Carla Carlisle
IT’S the middle of the afternoon and we are in the kitchen eating sweet-potato soup and cornbread. There’s also a bottle of Sancerre on the table. Wine with soup is confusing, but the occasion called for more than soup on its own. This is a wake. There are only the two of us, so it is lawful, a husband-and-wife bubble that has returned home from the funeral of the husband’s oldest friend.
No, the friend did not die of Covid-19. I’m telling you that right away because that’s what everyone wants to know. It’s the look you see in
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