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

“No, he didn’t.”

She regarded me for a moment.

“Mrs.

Miller, don’t call him back.

If he calls you, let it ring and bring the phone straight to me.”

I went back into room 204 and sat down.

Outside the window the sky was still black.

My right hand had quit hurting, which surprised me.