Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“The pre-planning order for the mahogany box was an automatic estimate form,” he said.
“It was a dumb, morbid mistake that came out of pure money panic.”
He reached across the table and laid his warm palm over my left hand.
“What about her pediatrician?” I asked.
“I talked to Dr.
Evans this morning,” Julian said, adjusting his watch strap for the third time.
“We’ve got a full family consultation booked at his clinic for Monday at two in the afternoon.”
“We’ll get her full blood work done at the clinic,” Julian added, his tone calm and soothing.
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