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LAST CHANCE
DAY FIVE (Part Two): Still Friday.
“Bee.” “Live.”
I stare at the box with Delilah’s ashes and can’t help but be curious about the words painted upon it. But maybe the words are a piece of William’s puzzle meant to stay private. So part of me doesn’t want to bring it up, even when Helen comes over.
“I’m glad you came today,” she gives me a warm pat on the shoulder. “I wish you could have known him in life. He was something.”
“Seems like he was very special,” I remark.
“He was. But I think you already knew that.”
My eyes drift back over to the little box, as Helen notices my interest.
“Billy’s mom called him ‘Bee,’” Helen explains. “He had a little yellow blanket with black stripes, and when he was wrapped up, he looked like a bumblebee. Remember how I said he and Bar
