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When one door closes
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68 the widows’ handbook When one door closes “M” The door is round and open. Don’t go back to sleep. —Rumi Nick is naked when they storm the door. I struggle to cover him as though he is a virgin in the temple of Vesta. I needn’t have bothered. They brought the sheet—white cotton, meager thread count, standard size for beds and bodies. I sew a sail of that cloth with the needles he left behind. Set him to sea like a chieftain on a boat, Francesca says, but ships won’t sink on city streets. I give him to strangers instead, transfixed until the van’s doors slam shut. I am that metallic sound, a failed provider leaving him in the cold with the thinnest of fabrics, no coin in his mouth. The entry to our home remains ajar for days, a broken yew strewn across the threshold. When that passageway closes, I tell Francesca I am the traitor who deadbolts the door against a husband unfaithful enough to die. What else is there to do when it is cold outside, she asks. In my hand is his band of gold, their archaeological find. I swallow the ring. It cuts through the larynx gone tight in my throat, and in my stomach it turns round, full, and open. ...