“Sure, honey. Why not.”
“So Uncle Walter gets away from the bad Nazis, he gets here. So why is he here?” Tapping the headstone. “Why didn’t they let him go home to get his cemetery near his house?”
“That was never going to happen.”
She put her arms around her father’s waist. “Dad, don’t let them make me be with the Nazis and then you get to be in a grave and nobody in your who you know can come see you because there is no subway stop and you have to fly and get a rental car and a hotel room, and why couldn’t he be buried where his people could take a bus or even you get a transfer, the streetcar, come say hi.”
She put a second stone on the headstone. Like two house gifts for the dinner in case you couldn’t come next year, you might be dead or some other alibi.
“Remember Tadoussac, Da
