Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
The front window framed my bare maple and the roof of Julian’s house two streets away.
I watched Chloe’s feet swinging above the floor instead.
“Grandma, are we still going to the hardware store today?”
“As soon as I rinse this pot.”
“Because my room gets dark in the corner.”
I switched off the burner.
“Then we’ll fix that corner.”
The phone rang before I got to the sink.