From the bottom drawer of the refrigerator I remove several fingers of ginger root.
“What’s that?” asks Greg, looking at the beige segmented cluster inquisitively.
“Ginger.” I reply, holding it out for closer inspection.
“How long has she been dead?” he asks with surprise, “And what does Mary-Ann look like?”
(originally published 7/6/12)
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