by Mollie O’Leary Harlie Raethel Dad almost died before mom decided to divorce him, the clot clogged somewhere in the calf, an incomplete passage to the heart. She prepared his syringes as he lay bedridden, her hands precise, barely leaving a bruise, knowing already the force required for a body to bend, to buckle. She was an understudy to all things breakable; her marriage an apprenticeship in shatter , in fracture . His almost-death only weeks before she slipped in the kitc