Chapter 37Life had a way of rebounding when it was at its lowest.
The next day, I was alone again, kneeling on a patch of soggy grass in Lone Road Cemetery, talking to my Grams.
I lay a bouquet of carnations and mums I purchased from the Pick & Save convenience store around the block after running an errand for my mother.
She needed bread and nuts and flour for something she was baking that afternoon. “It’s going to be exquisitely velvety,” she told before I left the house in a hurry, not telling her that I’d be late coming home.
That was twenty minutes ago.
I knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it when I returned.
I could hear her miles from the cemetery now, her voice drifting in and out of the stirring breeze: “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting an hour. Now you’ll have to wait fo
