35The policemen asked me questions and I didn’t have the answers. What pills did she take, when did she take them, when did you last see her awake. Do you think it was an accident? Did you see a note?
Skye’s body was still lying on the floor, waiting for the coroner to show up.
Zeno, her father, took the kids next door. My mother and a neighbor woman tried to help Riva calm down. She was wailing and couldn’t sit without jumping up.
“Come on,” said my mom. “We’ll go outside and get you some air.”
They held her up, one on each side and tried to help her walk. It looked like they were dragging a baby doll with bent plastic knees.
The police kept asking questions about what time this and that. They had a handful of empty pill bottles from God knows where.
I sat on the floor and shook and
