Good Job

We're lazing on the couch in our kimonos, watching the hot takes and videos of Mariah Carey's disastrous New Year's Eve performance in Times Square roll in when the fireworks go off over Prospect Park with a building-shaking boom.

We rush to the window to see the smoke and fire cascading up to the sky from behind the apartment blocking our view across the street, and the windows shake while up and down the street, car alarms go off.

A year of loss, of just getting through, of learning who your friends are, how strong you can be.

Katie turns away from the window and back into the room where it's warm, and quiet, and full of love, saying, "Good job."
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