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

“Dates down the left side.

What you saw, not what you think it means.”

I taped the poster board to the wall.

My right palm ached where I kept pressing it against the edge of the table.

“September fourteenth.

Julian asked me for my savings bond.

October second, Victoria said Chloe needed complete quiet.”

Arthur wrote in his small, square handwriting.