Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
The service is arranged.
The paperwork is finished.”
“Which paperwork?”
“The kind that keeps this family from going under.
You want to wreck that because you saw a box?”
I edged around him, keeping close to the wall.
He reached for my elbow and came away with a fistful of my coat sleeve.
The sleeve tugged.