Friday, July 1, 2016

the last book I ever read (The Visiting Privilege: New and Collected Stories by Joy Williams, excerpt seven)

from The Visiting Privilege: New and Collected Stories by Joy Williams:

He was missing a tooth, far back, only noticeable in the way that hardly noticeable things are. “You’ve seen my Harley. Haven’t you just wanted to climb on Fat Boy and go? That bike gets so many compliments. If I ever wanted to sell, the ad would read Consistent compliments, but I’ll never sell. Or maybe you’d want to go somewhere else. I’ll take you anywhere you want. I got another pair of jeans, newer jeans. What? My hearing’s not so good. After Darla died I stuck knives in my ears. You know how they say you shouldn’t put anything smaller than your elbow in your ear? It was in honor of Darla because I loved her voice so much and never wanted to hear another’s. I probably hear better than I should but I miss some of the mumble. You were mumbling there, not making yourself clear.”

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