Taking a Memory
If you’re wondering how she did it, you’re asking entirely the wrong question; any debate about whether a dying woman managed to create a work of art herself or paid someone misses the salient point. I don’t care if it sounds tedious—obsessing over details; you know I’ve never been one to argue semantics. Still, I can hear your voice in my head telling me the reason I never argue is there’s nothing about which I care enough to be passionate. At least try to understand how important this one thing is to me—it’s the only request I’ve ever made and I’m trying to spare you a guilt trip.
