Right

Right. DeJuan (English: /də-dʒu-ɑːn/) dies in the middle of the night, on a weekday. He is fifty-something, maybe younger. Nothing goes right for him, for some time. It is as if improvement, a better life than ever, is just around the bend, and he knows it to be so, but somehow, as the bend nears, all slows, and then comes to a halt. Death, he, a week prior to passing, comes to think, feels right.