Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
He walked me over to the double doors and paused with his hand on the handle.
“The doctor wants a second panel at six.
She’s stable, but she’s still drowsy.
If she asks for water, one sip only.”
He glanced down at my hand.
“Show me where the key was.”
I turned my palm upward.
The red marks were still there, four little dents.