"Our silence translated to: Let's pretend we didn't hear that."
"The times I miss her most are when I see something she might have liked: a piece of jewelry or a painting. The view of a white sand beach off a balcony. How I'd have loved to spoil her with beautiful things."
"Man, oh man," he'll say in my memory, lifting his glass and taking us all in, "isn't this just fantastic?"
My first David Sedaris book. Heading to the library for another one.