Tuesday, November 22, 2022

the last book I ever read (Liberation Day: Stories by George Saunders, excerpt nine)

from Liberation Day: Stories by George Saunders:

God, the hours of her life she’d spent trying to be good. Standing at the sink, deciding if some plastic tofu tub was recyclable. That time she’d hit a squirrel and circled back to see if she could rush it to the vet. No squirrel. But that didn’t prove anything. It might have crawled off to die under a bush. She’d parked the car and looked under bush after bush until a lady came out of a hair salon to ask if she was okay.

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