Friday, December 9, 2016

I woke up thinking, Today is my last day of living alone. Tonight Paul and Tom will drive up from Portland, and tomorrow we will begin loading the U-Haul.

Last night my friends Angela and Steve invited me to dinner. If you read my book Tracing Paradise, you might remember Steve from the chapter "Killing Ruthie." He made us oven-braised rabbit ("Where's this from, Steve?" "Oh, from across the road."), fried potatoes, and broccoli. Steve said that when he visits me in Portland, he'll bring a couple of squirrels to cook. I love to imagine that I will be the kind of person who eats squirrel in a small apartment kitchen overlooking the sea.

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