I: The Next One After Last

I: The Next One After Last

After Dad could no longer defy logic or the inevitable, I moved back home. Lars and I were shell-shocked, having suffered personal wars separately.

II: In Memoriam

II: In Memoriam

Ticket for passage across the River Styx, issued by

Hades, Persephone, Poseidon & Pan, LLC

III: Bringing Home the Oddly Practical

III: Bringing Home the Oddly Practical

The box on the table contained a jumble of completely inconsequential objects with which you are intimately familiar and feel absolutely no passion about one way or another.

IV: Passing Through

IV: Passing Through

The weeks following Dad’s death were spent remembering where I lived and who I lived with. Milo and I were still at odds, and I realized that by this point it was me and not him.

VI: Fishes to Fishes

VI: Fishes to Fishes

“I’m going somewhere tropical for Christmas,” Chris said. It was November and the holidays were coming. “You want to come?”

VIII: Fossils and Artifacts

VIII: Fossils and Artifacts

When I was seven, Dad took me to a dusty gem shop and I picked out a quartz crystal in a plastic display box. Nestled on a small bed of foam, its geometric solidity offset by ethereal translucence, it was a rock important enough for a small label typed out in blotchy text.

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