At Christmas

Over Christmas, while you're staying in New York at a hotel on the Upper West Side, you drop by to change your clothes late one afternoon and happen to notice that the message light next to the phone is blinking. You go into the voice mail system and play back the message recorded in your sister-in-law's scratchy voice.

It tells you another one of your brother's girlfriends has been killed.



Eight years later

Do you remember?
It falls
We were weaned