(Julian)"Keep or go.""Go.""Julian, you haven't looked at it.""I've looked at it for months. It's a coat. Go."Natasha folds it anyway, which is not the same as arguing with me, but is in the same family.The closet is not all that big.That was always the joke.A woman who owned three hundred things, and me who owns four hundred, and a closet you have to enter sideways because it’s so full.Natasha’s got four bags open on the bed and a system I did not authorize."Keep, donate, Sonia, undecided," she says, pointing."Why does Sonia get a bag?""You'll see.""That's a threat.""It's a bag, Julian."We do eleven more things.I say go, go, go, go, and she puts two of them in undecided without asking me, and I let her, because there's no version of this where I win and I don't especially want to.The doorbell goes.I come back with a paper sack that smells like a serious restaurant."I thought the casserole train has stopped," Natasha says."It has. At my insistence. You all meant so
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