Overheard at a party

A woman chattered merrily—yes, merrily—about her husband’s ashes which were in a vase next to their son’s ashes. There are still moments when I want to rent my clothes and tear my hair out—and she chats about the urns. I excused myself. What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with her?

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