Learning to knit was the obvious thing. The separation of tangled threads, the working together of raveled ends into something tangible and whole- this mending was as confounding as the groom who drives into a stop sign on the way to his wedding. Because symptoms mean just what they are. What about the woman whose empty hand won't close because she cannot grasp that her child is gone.
The collected stories of Amy Hempel
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