Welcome to another Tuesday celebrating bookish events, from Tuesday/First Chapter/Intros, hosted by Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea. Every Tuesday, you share the first paragraph or (a few) of a book you are reading or thinking about reading soon. Feel free to grab the banner and play along.
I was seventeen years old when I saw my first dead body. It wasn’t my cousin Oslo’s. It was a woman who looked to have been around fifty or at least in her late forties. She didn’t have any visible bullet holes or scratches, cuts, or bruises, so I assumed that she had just died of some disease or something; her body barely hidden by the thin white sheet as it awaits its placement in the lockers. The second dad body I ever saw was my cousin Oslo’s. I recognized his dirty brown shoes immediately as the woman wearing the bright white coat grasped the metallic handle and yanked hard to slide the body out from the silvery wall.