![]() The game was of neither skill nor chance, lacking in rules, no way to win or lose or even know if you’ve finished playing. ![]() See how far I get when (if) Oliver comes home. I was doing my game, the one I do when Oliver might be dead: click on whatever I want, then click somewhere else from there. And I was on my computer picking up digital breadcrumbs to an unclear destination. Dad was sitting before the television, a comedy with a laugh track and lazy physical stunts beaming onto his motionless eyes. The night I saw the advertisement, Oliver was out and we were all up: Aunt Jody was scrubbing ancient remnants of my mother’s burnt molasses cookies from a tray we ought to have given up on years ago.
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