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

That’s all that matters.”

Her breathing grew slow and steady.

I stayed in the chair with my hand on the blanket and my back against the vinyl.

The radiator beneath the window clicked and then fell silent.

A nurse came in carrying a paper cup and set it down on the tray.

She checked the line on the wall and made a note on the clipboard at the foot of the bed.

“She might wake up asking for Bunny,” I said.