From Fight Night, a novel, which was published in October by Bloomsbury.

Almost every day Grandma gets a call about someone she knows being dead. You can tell because she pours herself an extra schluck of wine to watch the Raptors and she stares at me for long stretches and quotes poetry at me even though I’m not doing anything, just sitting there watching the game with her. Dead men naked they shall be one / With the man in the wind and the west moon. On the days she gets the death calls, she grabs at me when I walk…