Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document

I had reached the bottom of the steps before I remembered Bunny.

He was sitting on the passenger seat of the Buick where I’d left him that afternoon, one ear bent under the seat belt.

I had meant to give him to Chloe at the door.

Julian had kept me on the porch the whole time, smiling, and I had let him.

I looked at the rabbit and then at the house.

The porch light was still on.