Curse Me, Bless Me

Curse Me, Bless Me

Rathalla Review, Spring 2018

We were silent on the ride back.“How many more times do you think we’ll have to do this, Rach? I mean, the hospitals and the funerals? Twenty more times? Thirty?”

“I don’t know. I can’t get Tammy’s face out of my head. She’s everywhere.”

I unfastened my seat belt, grabbed her hand, and kissed it. “That’s because we’re her.”

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