“Have you seen a dead body?” he asked. “Why, did you lose one?” “No. I just mean, like, at a funeral.” “I have.” “Yeah. Me, too.” “You have?” He nodded. “Who?” “My sister Lucy.” Children can hold a stare, not blink, not flinch. “I didn’t know that. I’m so sorry, buddy.” “Oh, it’s not your fault. It was a loooong time ago. Like maybe three years and eighty-one days. But I talk to her all the time, so it’s okay.”
Also lost someone young, parallel to Bud
