Olive glanced at him quickly. He was crying. She looked away, and from the corner of her eye, she saw him reach into his pocket, heard him blow his nose, a real honk. “My wife died in December,” he said. Olive watched the river. “Then, you’re in hell,” she said. “Then, I’m in hell.

-Elizabeth Strout

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