The young man on my porch had hair the color of bruised plums and blackened fingernails. In my mind, he was the collapse of the country.
Turns out, I was the one who had fallen apart.
I hadn’t wanted the food delivery app. My daughter insisted after Alice passed.
“One click, Dad. Hot meal.”
So I clicked.
Half an hour …
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