terrible anecdote

I’m reading Eudora Welty– probably again– definitely again, this story I just set down to record this: “A Memory.”  I was thinking of the momentous feeling, of presentiment, that family of literary experience.  I remembered giving a reading and handing to the organizer two receipts, each for expensive (necessary!) taxi rides.  I thought in the moment, “he is going to lose these.”  He did lose them.  I wrote to him, “I wonder what’s up with those receipts,” and he replied that he had lost them, and it that it might have had to do with getting diagnosed with cancer.

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