We are not Wipeout’s only family; and everyone who loves her needs to know she’s gone. Gary composes the email on my laptop and I will walk into town to send it from an internet café.
Thirty years earlier my father had to write letters by hand. Humiliating, awkward letters asking family members to wire money to the embassy in Guatemala City. We were broke and the jeep needed a complete overhaul. I feel like my heart does too.
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