My Parents Left Me in the ICU and Flew to Cancun Until I Saw the Same Name on the Visitor Log Every Night

that he said was genuinely the most desolate road in California, a restaurant near his apartment that made a specific kind of noodle dish he had been eating once a week for three years. Ordinary things. The kind of conversation that two people have when they are beginning the slow process of becoming known to each other, when there is no urgency and continue reading …