“Papa is here,” Mabes says in a matter-of-fact tone. So surely, in fact, I almost believe her. “Mabes thinks he’s a butterfly,” Cole explains. “We always see the monarchs flying around the same bush in the yard. They never used to be there, but now they fly around right in front of where my dad sat every morning. He loved it here. Said he would get his own cabin here when he retired.” A look settles across Cole’s face. It’s something between fondness and grief. “We’ll see him. He always comes,” Mabel states.
