A clap just wasn’t enough for me to do today, Shaunta. Bette Midler? Beaches? Breast cancer? Losing one’s mother? Zelda Fitzgerald? The Rose? Did someone give you the key to all my secret places of grief? Did you open them up and say, “I think I’ll ‘get’ Sharon today?” When I say, “You’re killing me with this stuff,” it’s not a figure of speech.