The Only Place Where I Feel Normal
A poster-size black-and-white photo she took of Craig posing by the Seine in Paris is mounted above the mantel. His suits still hang in the closet, his slippers sit on the stairwell, and a pair of flip-flops emblazoned with the letters KBW–a gift he received from his employer, Keefe, Bruyette & Woods a few days before he died–are lined up beside the front door. It’s been six months since Craig wore the slippers or the shirts that hang in the bedroom closet, some of which were recently removed to be made into a teddy bear and a quilt for Stacey and her new baby....