Oliver's Story

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For Karen

Amor mi mosse

Death ends a life, but it does not end a

relationship, which struggles on in the

survivor's mind towards some resolution

which it may never find.

— Robert Anderson

I Never Sang for My Father

June 1969

'Oliver, you're sick.'

'I'm what?'

'You're very sick.'

The expert who pronounced this startling diagnosis had come late in life to medicine. In fact, until today I thought he was a pastry chef. His name was Philip Cavilled. Once upon a time his daughter Jenny was my wife. She died. And we remained, our legacy from her to be each other's guardian. Therefore once a month I'd either visit him in Cranston, where we'd bowl and booze and eat exotic pizzas. Or he would join me in New York to run an equally exciting gamut of activities.

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