The short story I think of most often was about a woman whose house was damp whilst she was getting a divorce. It was written in sentence-long paragraphs and I have a vague memory of rotting floorboards with spaces between them. I have a feeling that the divorcing woman went mad for a bit – but it was a domesticated sort of madness, which prevented her from being able to pay her bills but did not prevent people from leaving her alone to look after herself. Despite being tragic in a quiet and strangled sort of way, I think it was quite funny, although I don’t remember any jokes. Things like seasons and vermin and offspring toppled out of existence between the damp and perfect paragraphs that were also sentences.