And Denise wanted to send her daughter away. So that meant her husband, Sean, must really be gone, I realized. Something had stripped Denise’s voice bare. I played the message again, listening for cadences and tones that would remind me of Denise, and it was like standing on the curb watching someone I knew get hit by a car. I’d always made excuses, saying I had too much traveling and too many demands as a documentary film producer, where life is always projected two and three years into the future, leaving little space for here and now.īut that wasn’t the reason I hadn’t seen my godchild in four years. I hadn’t seen her since she was two, which was a raging shame and hard for me to believe when I counted back the years in my mind, but it was true. Denise’s daughter, Neecy, is my godchild. We giggled on the phone as if we were planning a sleepover, the way we used to when we were kids. I had just talked to Denise a week before, when she called from Chicago to tell me her family might be coming to San Francisco to visit me that winter, when Neecy was out of school for Christmas vacation. Her words rolled like scattered marbles in my head. There was no video feed, only the recording, and the words were so improbable they only confused me more: “Sean’s gone. I didn’t recognize the voice on my computer’s answer-phone at first, although I thought it sounded like my best friend, Denise.

I got the call in the middle of the week, when I came wheezing home from my uphill late-afternoon run.

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