them in the cupboard in the back bedroom, on the shelf where the Christmas things go, and I shut the door.
And then I told everybody we had decided on the spring, and then that we had decided on his birthday, and then — by about the August — I had told four separate people that it was done.
My own sister believes, to this day, that we scattered Pete at Cathan Point in the June.
That is the thing I had to look at in a day room in front of a chess board with an old man on one knee.
Eleven months. A shelf.
And the reason I had been getting on a bus to Fallowmere House every Wednesday since the May was not that I wanted to be useful.
It was that a building full of people who need things is an extremely good place to not do the
