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My brother Carl called me on a Tuesday in November, about four months after our mother’s funeral. It wasn’t planned. He just called.

We talked for an hour and twenty minutes.

That was new. Not that we don’t talk. We do. Carl and I have managed a kind of maintenance contact for most of our adult lives: a call at Christmas, an exchange around birthdays, a few texts when something notable happens. But an hour and twenty minutes on a random Tuesday, about nothing in particular and everything at once? That hadn’t happened since we were both in our twenties and still figuring out what we were going to be.

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The call had been going well. My grandson was telling me about a frog he’d found near the front steps, and his face was animated in the way only a five-year-old’s face can be when the story involves a frog. Then something off-screen caught his attention, probably the dog or a sibling or a cracker, and just like that he was gone. The phone was pointed at the couch cushion. I could hear him in the distance. I waited. I said his name twice, into nothing. His mother came back on and said, “Sorry, you know how it is,” and made a vague gesture at the chaos of the living room. We talked for a few more minutes and then said goodbye.

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