Last thing, trying to close it all out, I store my glove, my baseball stuff, away, up with my hockey gear, on the shelf above the water heater. I consider those things for a minute, and then I put Kara’s coffee cup up there too, the Tim Horton’s one, and her book, and a couple of her mom’s cosies and things that’ve been passed on to us. I go to the bathroom to get more of her stuff, feeling like it’s something I should do, but her overnight things are gone, the silver curling iron, the make-up kit. I look at the empty spaces for a while, that little incense thing is gone, the thing she makes me light after I use the toilet. Where’ll it end?
I end up back at the water heater, taking her things back down, so that she’ll be
able to find them. Then I go to bed, anything more than that seeming pointless.
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