Out of Despair, Pure Pleasure

Out of Despair, Pure Pleasure

In 2017, on the way to our third family funeral in four weeks, our car died outside a Minnesota highway sex shop. I hopped around the parking lot to stay warm as my husband called the tow company. “We're trying to get to a funeral," he said. “Our car died outside of-Pure Pleasure." He's always resilient, but I worried about his spirits; this was another setback during a harsh year. His mother and stepmother texted, suggesting that his recently deceased father had pranked us. We smiled, joking about going inside the shop to “warm up," but the tow arrived.-Laura Logsdon