Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“She’s six years old.
She needs her grandmother.”
Victoria stepped closer.
“If you come near my porch again, Brenda, I’ll have the deputy drag you away.”
I moved toward the rain barrel.
“That rabbit has slept in her bed since she was two.”
“And you’ve been confused since summer.” Victoria said it softly, almost kindly.
“Pastor Dan asked me whether you were getting enough rest.”