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| Bed by Joe Goode |
At a dinner party where there were many bottles of expensive red wine and a sorbet made of Rangpur limes:
• a beautiful woman with white hair said that when her mother was dying, she had confessed to her that her father had been gay and that, although she, the daughter, was shocked on hearing her mother’s confession, she was also relieved because as a child she had always felt there was something not quite right going on in the family, something she could not ask about, and her only regret now was that she wished she could have talked with her father about it, but he was long dead,
• the man sitting to the left of the beautiful woman with white hair, a neatly groomed older man with a beard, said yes, there is always so much you want to ask, so much that you will never be able to find out,
• the woman sitting to the right of the beautiful woman with white hair, a woman ten years younger, who wore dark red lipstick and covered the strands of gray in her hair with dye, said you know what, my parents are still alive, and I can’t think of anything that I’d like to ask them,
• the woman with the white hair and the man on her left, whom she’d known for over thirty years, looked at each other and said gently, oh you will, you will.
by Nina Zolotow
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