money in front of them or wait for someone to die. Unfortunately, that day, it was both. I stood at the cemetery, watching as Grandma was lowered deep into the ground.
I held Berta’s leash tightly, and she pulled forward, as if she wanted to go after Grandma. Berta was Grandma’s dog. She’d bought her when I was little, and, as Grandma often liked to continue reading …
