Gina
A few weeks after Joel’s death, I receive a letter in the mail. It is from a woman who says her name is Margo, and she wants to meet me at Great Oaks Cemetery the following Thursday at noon. She has something she would like to give me. She says she was a friend of Joel’s.
I don’t really feel like getting out of bed, much less going to my husband’s gravesite. It’s just another reminder that he"s really gone.
But I go anyway.
At first I think she’s not going to show. It’s twenty-five minutes past noon, and I’m just sitting there under an oak tree, wishing I were anywhere else in the world. But then I see a small figure step out of the shadows and come into view.
Margo is a pretty woman, not much older than me. She’s wearing a long, yellow dress, and she has a determined, steady loo
