My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
“I washed these before packing.”
“Thank you.”
I put it on the table and checked the next bundle.
For a few minutes, the only sound was packing paper and the refrigerator.
She wiped the dust from a glass before setting it down.
“I don’t expect this to make us all right,” she said.
I kept my hand in the paper.
“Good.”