That you’re afraid one day you’ll wake up and try to remember what her skin felt like, her cheek on yours when you were sick, and you suddenly won’t be able to. It will be gone, poof, kerplink, kerplank, kerplunk, just like those blueberries in the pail after Sal ate them. That made your mom laugh, that Sal’s mom kept picking the berries without knowing Sal was eating them all.
