Haili Blassingame

"A Cigarette for Your Troubles."

Martine and I are on the floor of her grandfather’s bedroom. She’s sorting through his old suits to be donated while I dig through boxes and boxes of papers, old documents, stuff. Her grandfather died over a year ago, but nothing was ever done with his stuff. She is now the sole occupant of this house. Nobody wanted it, the upkeep, the dust, the death, so she took it. Now we are sitting in a mess that we don’t know what to do with.