from 2014 National Book Award Finalist Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant? by Roz Chast:
I asked my mother what she wanted for dinner. She wanted pizza. I ordered pizza. Bill, my high-school-age daughter, my mother, and I sat around the kitchen counter and quietly ate some pizza. It felt surreal: I’m eating pizza. My father just died. Do you want another slice?
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