The ones that, on a blurry August afternoon over a decade later, I tugged at desperately, really I did, sweating in the heat, hearing the steady hum of your push mower grow louder as you moved mathematically across the backyard, which I had already cleared of sticks and fallen branches. (Sausun 1)
"That, from the big window, I saw you bend down to pick up what you were certain were sticks and fallen branches. And that I saw you tugging at one of them before trying another, and another, and another, and another." (Sausun 2)
"I’m sorry that when you slid the push mower under the pine tree one of those roots caught the blade, and the push mower let out a satanic sound and then there was nothing but wind or maybe not even wind. (Sausun 1)