Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“Leave it on the board.
We might need it.”
He tore off a strip of masking tape and pressed down the corner of the poster board.
The tape stuck to his thumb.
He shook it twice, then pulled it off with his teeth.
I laughed before I could help it.
Arthur didn’t look up.
“Keep laughing.