A story of logistics and anticipation.
by L. Jay Mozdy
“I don’t know, Doc, it started when Mildred died. I found my Christmas present, or one of…
I don’t remember how I found out that Mavis died but it was probably through Facebook, cause that’s where everyone my age hears about…
“Roses or magnolias?” I ask, holding up two hats. Henrietta rolls her eyes and turns her back to me.