The Corrections – Jonathan Franzen

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He was wrong to slash his wrist with a dinner fork. Altogether he was wrong about so many things…

The one thing he never forgot was how to refuse. All of her correction had been for naught. He was as stubborn as the day she’d met him. And yet when he was dead, when she’d pressed her lips to his forehead and walked out with Denise and Gary into the warm spring night, she felt that nothing could kill her hope now, nothing. She was seventy-five and she was going to make some changes in her life.

 

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