A Dark Synchronism
My neighbors on the south side of my house are married and in their late sixties. Last night, the wife, Jane, died of congestive heart failure. Her husband, Ken, came over about an hour ago to tell us just as we were about to start making dinner.
After dinner, I went back in my room. The light in my room has two bulbs that turn on with the same switch. As I turned it on, one of the bulbs burned out, leaving the other shining alone.
In memoriam.
-Dean
After dinner, I went back in my room. The light in my room has two bulbs that turn on with the same switch. As I turned it on, one of the bulbs burned out, leaving the other shining alone.
In memoriam.
-Dean