It's Carpaccio, by Lily Childs (c). As always, not for the delicate of heart.
Excerpts:
"I prepared a new entry for tonight. A eulogy.
I didn’t usually record the times and dates of their deaths because that made it kind of final. I liked the idea that the agony would go on forever."
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"I went to my wardrobe; it had a brassy padlock hanging from the double handles. I unlocked it with the key I kept in my wallet. On the top shelf was a book. I’d been keeping it for years - since Jean-Paul. I recorded them all after they passed on.
My beautiful boys.
In the last few years I’d made some additional entries."
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"I had to dispose of my short-term girlfriend. I didn’t have much choice, she was too far gone."
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Hope you enjoy it. It's salty. Read Carpaccio...
