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A woman's voice, young, laughing. "Leo, if you're recording this, I swear to God—" A man's voice, my uncle's but younger, smoother, full of a swagger I'd never heard in him. "Just talk, baby. Say anything." A sigh. "Okay. It's our one-year anniversary. You said you wanted to remember everything. So here's everything: you burned the spaghetti, I pretended not to notice, we ate it on the floor of your apartment because you don't own a table, and then you played 'Can't Get Enough of Your Love' three times in a row and asked me to marry you." Silence. "I said yes, by the way. In case the recording didn't catch that part."

I went through them like a man possessed. 2001: him singing off-key in a car, his best friend Tom dying of cancer in the passenger seat, both of them laughing. 2009: a eulogy he never delivered at his mother's funeral, recorded alone in his truck afterward, voice breaking. 2016: the sound of rain on a roof, him reading a poem I didn't recognize, something about forgiveness. 2022: "I think I'm going to sell the Continental. I know. I know. But who am I keeping it for?"

Now the file was copying onto my desktop. 847 MB. Password protected, of course. -ALBUM- - BARRY WHITE - All Time Greatest Hits - Best Of.rar

My first thought was a virus. My second thought was my uncle.

Leo had died six months ago. He was the kind of man who drove a 1978 Lincoln Continental with velvet seats, who wore gold chains under his flannel shirts, who believed a proper dinner required candlelight and a Marvin Gaye record spinning low. He was also the kind of man who, when he lost his job at the plant, didn't tell anyone for two years. A woman's voice, young, laughing

I clicked the first one: 1983-08-14.flac

The last thing I did was drag the original RAR into my music folder. Renamed it: -ALBUM- - BARRY WHITE - All Time Greatest Hits - Best Of.rar Say anything

I stared at the screen. My uncle had been married once, briefly, in the late eighties. My mother called her "the one who got away" but never said more than that. The file kept going—fifteen minutes of them talking, laughing, the crackle of a record player in the background. Barry White. Of course.