Poising his pencil over his clipboard he cleared his throat. Eleanor called and her daughters lined up. The census taker snorted. I was once in love, but that love was stripped away, and I tried to heal my heart with a man named Sookey, and I had an unborn child shot out of my belly. It may have been a boy after all, but I would have named him Viola just the same.
Death looks like shit.
The cenus man snatched his clipboard and trundled down the road.