Quoted @NewYorker
“'The baby’s dead,' I said. 'She died.' And then, in my grief, I broke the connection." A short story by By T. C. Boyle, from 2008. #NewYorkerArchive https://t.co/I8hhHEjcVT
Before I read this, it better not end with the baby dying anyway and then the guy wanders the streets with a squash in his arms saying to people, "Look at my baby," or some weird sh*t like that. https://t.co/ujE30bJJ0W
