The Morning After My Son’s Funeral, an Airport Worker Called and Said, “Your Son Checked In”

table for the first time in my life, and I played my son’s voice for a woman I had watched try eleven homicides.

When it ended, she did not say anything for a while.

Then she said, “Play me the other one.”

I played the nineteen-minute file.

She listened to the whole thing with her chin on her hand, and she made me play the last four minutes twice.

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