Andromeda Solo

Madeline and the Necklace

My great-aunt Patricia had gone the way she would have wanted – falling asleep to reruns of The Twilight Zone after slinging back a number of daiquiris – but something felt wrong. Other than her being dead, obviously. I don’t mean to sound like I wasn’t cut up about it. I spent the ensuing days in her apartment, ostensibly cleaning up and getting things ready to donate, while actually listening to her Don McLean albums in the dark, glugging her shiraz, and eating Froot Loops straight out of the box.