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

“Will they come up before my birthday?”

“Spring gets here before your birthday.”

“Good.” She jabbed the trowel into the dirt again.

“Because I want red ones.”

“Then we’ll get red ones for the back row.”

She worked quietly for a minute, her tongue caught between her teeth.

“Grandma, Miss Ramsey said I can bring Bunny in for share day.”

“This Monday?”