Searching for Connie Carter in the static.
I don’t know her. Not really. She was my mother’s roommate for six months in 1986. My mother is dying. She whispers: “Find Connie. Tell her I’m sorry about the coat.” That’s all. No explanation. Just the coat. Searching for- CONNIE CARTER in-
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