July 31, 2011
My ex-stepmother hands me a pad of paper and tells me to make a list of what I want. Pay for tattoo removal, I write. I have my husband’s name inside a heart tattooed on my left bicep. Exhume Abe and have him cremated. The body of the dog I had for fourteen years is buried on my husband’s family’s property in the Adirondacks, just feet from where my husband and I were married. I hand the pad to my ex-stepmother.
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