Married

“I came back from the funeral and crawled around the apartment crying hard, searching for my wife’s hair. For two months got them from the drain, the vacuum cleaner, under the refrigerator and off the clothes in the closet. But after other Japanese women came there was no way to be sure which were hers and I stopped. A year later, repotting Michiko’s avocado, I find this long black hair tangled in the dirt.”