When she wore the hat, even many years later, she could always smell her mother’s perfume & it was hard to remember she was supposed to be alone.
If I was a sabre-toothed tiger, he said, I’d bite you up. If you were a sabre-toothed tiger, I said, you’d be dead & that was the first quiet I’d had all day.
wondering if Day of the Dead is nine to five like all the other dead days he can remember
I’ve never been that good at complaining, she told me, because I’m going to be dead in another 50 years & it’s all going to change then anyway.
Every weekend, she went to the city & looked through the bones of the dead for old clothes & bits of fashion jewelry. She always seemed a bit tattered, but I didn’t say much about it. I was still young & hadn’t settled on a past I was comfortable with yet either.
I don’t care what you do when I’m gone, he told us. Just don’t bury me where the dog can find me.
I get along better with my relatives, he said, now that most of them are dead. (Big rocks so they won’t be able to get out early)