Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
He was still at the house, and I’d bring him the moment Arthur said I could leave.
She plucked at the edge of the blanket.
“Are you staying here?”
“I’m staying right here with you.”
At seven, the detective came back carrying a paper bag and set it on the tray table.
“We found a note in the kitchen.
It lists the service time.
Ten in the morning.”