For my brother, there are dark days ahead. The house, suffused with her memory, the most perverse sort of tease. Her horses, her pet goat, her empty saddle in the hog shed. This buddy of mine called, and I think he put it well. "The tough times start," he said, "the day the last casserole dish is returned."
- From Population 485 by Michael Perry
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