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

“I like the spring.”

“So do I.”

At the stoplight she lifted the sack to the window.

“Grandma, will the light reach all the way to the floor?”

“Some of it will.”

“Good.

The floor gets dark too.”

By two o’clock the air had warmed up enough to work without gloves.