I’m reading The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2003.  I wanted to share this passage from Michael Buckley’s piece entitled “The Meticulous Grove of Black and Green”.  It’s one of the saddest passages I’ve ever read.

Carrie comes and I can see her from far away walking over hills of grass, holding bags of food in her hands.  She’s watching her feet and places them very carefully on the grass.  The jacket she’s wearing is blown open by the wind and it plasters her clothes to her body as if they were wet.  She’s so much fatter than she used to be, I think.

Tomorrow, I will bike to the river and just chill out there all day.


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