It was just a couple of minutes of tape, but Alexandra found herself fighting with him, her dead brother. She caught herself thinking of comebacks and alternative evidence, what refuted him.
You can tell Alexandra I said that.
Lyle Michaels had never told her any of it.
In fact, I want her to know. Because advertisers have no compunction about mining the prose of our lives to satisfy our worst impulses. Because we ask for convenience, and they give us a smaller world called customization. Because Wells Fargo used search data to decide who’d be offered something they called ghetto mortgages. Bull’s eye: targeted. Right in the crosshairs.
She was angry then. So angry. She was red and she was mentally corroborating her own goodness with the events in her life, and she knew he had never taken the time to know her when he’d returned.
But she rewound the file anyway. She kept her headphones on. And she listened again to this moment when her brother had still had a voice.