Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“Keep that door locked,” she said.
“Don’t open it for anybody until you hear an officer say who he is.”
I rocked Chloe once, then again.
Her breathing eased against my neck.
Bunny’s ear was damp from her mouth.
I dried it on my sleeve.
The washer was still packed with towels.
One little sock dangled over the rim of the drum.