My Husband
Sometimes I sit by the window, sometimes by the table, and I drink my tea. I can spend even two hours at that.
I have a grandson and a granddaughter. And therefore meaning. Generally speaking, lots of things have meaning for me these days, sense, which before was just stress, which before just made me angry. I’m happy to be living in this little town at the far end of the world, happy to be the sexton’s widow. Stasiu was a sexton, but he was never happy.
My house is all cleaned. It bothers me when something’s just lying on the table. There can’t be anything lying about in the living room. In a cleaned-up room I can think about the world and not be jealous of anyone.
Sometimes I fake optimism. My son comes by, my daughter, and I pretend to be happy. But actually, I like sadne
