Para Kay | B

Ester, for her part, laughed. She had a laugh like a cracked bell—it didn't ring perfectly, but it echoed for a long time.

B sat down next to her. The chair was plastic and cold. He didn’t care. para kay b

(For B: Love is not an obituary. It is a reason for the story not to end.) Ester, for her part, laughed

He touched her fingers. Cold. Small. Real. for her part

B held her hand. He didn’t let go.

“No,” he said. Then, “Yes.”

“Are you family?” the nurse asked.