He’d simply made sure I didn’t carry it alone.
After leaving the cemetery that afternoon, I stood too quickly beside my car.
The pavement shifted.
I caught the door handle.
« That was graceful, » I muttered.
He hadn’t fixed my grief.
Benny pressed against my shoe.
I’d skipped lunch.
I didn’t want to drive while I felt lightheaded, so I went into a café across the road with DOGS WELCOME on a chalkboard.
A golden retriever was asleep beneath a table near the window.