Sitting there, pale with dark circles under her eyes, she says, "The morning and late at night are the hardest… so I take a long walk, clean the house… sometimes twice a day, I even go to the mall doing window shopping, oh, John hated coming with me." Then she chuckles, an odd, stilted sound.
she walks alone
behind the flag-draped casket …
A Hundred Gourds, 1:2, March 2012