1945 - July

Henry was crying. He didn't want to stand next to Lilly and Daniel. He didn't want to wait to be in the funeral parlor. He didn't like the burgundy walls. It felt scary to him. He couldn't understand death. "Grammy," he said "when is mommy coming back?" And Lilly can't tell him one more time. She doesn't know how to tell him any other way.

Daniel took his hand and walked him out into the marble reception area. He sat down on a velvet upholstered bench. Henry sat next to him. His eyes were red from crying. "I want to tell mommy something," he said.

"Can't you tell me instead? Tell Grand papa."

"No, its something I have to tell mommy."