My grandmamma always tells me that a sigh is the sound your soul makes
when a little piece of it dies. My grandmamma is a chain-smoker. I always
thought that her wheezing sounded more like death, but now I think I know what
she was getting at.
I used to play this game with myself. I called it, “The Sighing Game,”
or that’s what I would’ve called it if I’d ever talked about it. Technically,
it wasn’t only my game; Jess was a part of it, too. I just didn’t tell
her she was playing.
