Contributor: Michael A Perry
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“The last time I cried watching the news,” he says, looking over her shoulder at the open cupboard. “The last time was Katrina. The nine inch color tv. The last days of analog. Still have it in my basement. Useless now.”
“And this time?” she asks.
“50 inch plasma. You ask me, it seems less real. Too perfect. Too pretty. You know I used a fork to get reception on that old thing.”
He stands up and walks over to the cupboard. He closes it.
“Actually, sobbing is a better word to describe it. I sobbed. My wife, she didn’t say a word. But the look she gave me. Man, she always knew what to say without saying it.”
“Did you sob this time?” She clarifies. He is looking up at the ceiling. A light is out. She had noticed this when they first sat down.
He answers with his eyes.
Outside she can still see the...
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Michael A Perry
