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This Time We’ll Go to Kentucky Fried Chicken
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8 This Time We’ll Go to Kentucky Fried Chicken for Tom You were the one with the body that could balance on a skateboard, dive into a pool, the water closing behind you. And you could hold your breath at the bottom, watch the sunlight shatter on the tile. Your eye marked where to send a ball and it would hit the backboard, the mitt— you could chart a trajectory from the boy in the doorframe who stood next to me and looked at our mother not getting out of bed after our father died, his bed made, all the stripes pulled up vertical under the pillow where his head would never leave another dent. You said, If she dies too, we’ll go to Kentucky Fried Chicken not Wendy’s where we went after the funeral that you spent driving your matchbox cars up and down the lines of wood in the pews, steering the small wheels around the knots underneath the soft polish. You tried to be quiet, but I could hear you making your car noises in your throat. ...