“Can you help me? I want to help him go,” and somehow Lucy understood, and so she worked quietly with Toni to lift his tortured head and narrow shoulders, and then Toni slid into the couch and laid Bucket’s head across her lap. Lucy placed her hand back on Bucket’s and Toni placed one hand on his barely rising chest and began to whisper, “It’s okay, Bakhit. It’s okay. Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. It’s okay,” and they stayed that way until the boy’s chest failed to
