conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about DArcy, DArcys, ALS with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Five Minutes More'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Five Minutes More
  Cover and text design by Teresa Bubela Typesetting by Christine Toller Cover artwork by Getty Images Author photo by Kevin Ryan
  Mom and Mr. Rosborough are standing up now, so I get up too. "And no visitation," she says, smoothing her skirt.
  Mr. Rosborough is the funeral director. He's very tall and thin, with lots of white hair combed back from his forehead. He's wearing a dark blue suit and tie with a very white shirt. His skin is very white too, and he has deep hollows below his cheekbones, as though his face is just skin and bone and nothing else. He looks exactly how I would have expected a funeral director to look if I had ever actually thought about it before today.
  We go up to the second floor. I trail my hand up the banister. The wood is smooth and dark with age. This used to be someone's house. People lived here.
  My breath sticks in my chest. I hear myself make a sucking sound halfway between a gasp and a heave, but no one else seems to notice. There's nowhere to look and not see the coffins. They're hanging from the ceiling, mounted on the walls, displayed on stands in rows like some kind of death department store. There's polished wood, metals that gleam like new change, velour and even some kind of white vinyl with studs that looks like it was recycled from an old car seat.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me two more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Claire is down on one knee, picking shards of china out of the crumpled paper'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Claire is down on one knee, picking shards of china out of the crumpled paper. "You can't replace this. It's not something you buy at Wal-Mart." Her face is all sharp edges and pinched-together lines.
  Claire's face is white with anger except for a small red spot on the edge of each perfect cheekbone. It looks like someone has pressed their thumbs hard into the skin. "Didn't you hear what I said? This china is irreplaceable. It was my grandmother's." She glares at me with angry, slitted eyes. "It was always supposed to be mine."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Overhead the sky is a deep, cloudless blue that seems to go on forever'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Overhead the sky is a deep, cloudless blue that seems to go on forever. I like to think that Dad still goes on somehow. I hate what he did, but I don't hate him. I close my eyes, and even though it feels kind of hokey, I send my love out into that endless blue, to wherever he is, whatever he is now.
  Tomorrow my mother and I are going to see Claire. I don't know if we can be the family Dad wanted, but I am going to try, harder than I have ever tried at anything before.
  Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, also known as ALS or Lou Gehrig's disease, attacks nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord, causing muscle weakness, atrophy and paralysis. There is no known cure. Suicide has been called a permanent solution to a temporary problem. If you suspect someone close to you is thinking about suicide, please tell someone.