Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
She came across the grass in her slippers, hands pressed flat against her waist.
She didn’t look at Bunny.
She looked at my hands.
“I brought her rabbit,” I said.
“She can’t sleep without it.”
Victoria took Bunny by one ear and tossed it behind the rain barrel.
“She hasn’t asked for it.”
“Let me see her, please.”