AT THE FUNERAL, MY GRANDMA LEFT ME HER SAVINGS BOOK. MY FATHER THREW IT ONTO THE GRAVE: ‘IT’S USELESS. LET IT STAY BURIED.’
Section 1: The Grave As if it were just a piece of paper, my father threw my grandmother’s old blue savings book upon her just constructed grave. He brushed the muck from his black leather gloves and remarked, “It’s worthless.” “Let it remain buried with her.” The cemetery fell silent, the kind of calm that…