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

“I want this one,” she said.

“Three dollars and fifty cents,” I said, checking the shelf tag.

The clerk at the register was a young man whose name tag said Duane.

He rang up the acorn and dropped it into a paper sack.

“The acorn light,” he said.

“Kids really like those.”

Chloe rose up on her toes.

“Does it stay on all night?”