“Clouds were gathered to the east, but they stayed a respectful distance from the shore. I think every fisherman in the islands was out that day, even those who fished only for recreation. The white boats on the gray water looked very festive. Such propitious days were rare in January and I wondered how much credit I was getting for the sun. Not that I deserved any. If the weather was fine, I think it was Hannah’s doing. There had been no time to order a tombstone even if I had wanted one, which... I did not. Placing such an order with the stonemason would cause all kinds of furor that I wanted to avoid, and it didn’t seem right to order one of those resin pet memorials from a catalogue. Short of building a snowman with the slush Ben had scraped away from her grave, there was nothing to do until spring. Even with building a small bonfire for three successive days, the ground remained frozen twelve inches down, so my plans to plant a Siberian lilac would have to wait for spring. Fortunately, twelve inches was sufficient to inter my grandmother’s jewelry box and the relics it contained.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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