You know how you say, “I’d always love to see you.” And you mean it? But then they come because something bad happened and you’re sorry you are seeing them… Not because you don’t want to see them, but because you wish you weren’t seeing them because of this.
My friends are coming to town tonight. They are going to stay the night with us. We saw them for half an hour on Sunday when we were in Austin. But they aren’t coming because they miss us.
They’re coming because A’s aunt committed suicide.
Suicide is never painless. Stupid song.