The Comfort Of Boiled Peanuts
The man at the gas station whistled, “You got far off track,” and used a nubby finger to point me to the right exit. In the car, I turned up Alison Krauss and wailed deeply, dramatically. I’d had breakups before, but this was no breakup. It was a fissure I’d seen coming that felt nonetheless like a great and endless fall. I was convinced that we would not break up, and that was the real tragedy....