Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“After lunch.
Only for half a day.”
“Half a day is a fine place to start.”
Chloe nodded and brushed the dirt off her knees.
“Can I go rinse the trowel?”
“Go right ahead.”
She took it over to the hose and turned on the water without anyone telling her to.
The red plastic gleamed wet in the sunshine.