#8166 - The wiring seemed to lead to a large black electrical box next to the bed. When she told me that story, I was never sure if it was to tell me that she understood my loneliness– the only father I knew was a tombstone in the local military cemetery– or she was asking me to understand her own emptiness. A few months before she died, I asked her if the trains still kept her company.
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