I look up. "I swear it. I didn't know it was a sym . . . a sym . . . a card for dead people."
"It's a sympathy card," she says. "And it's for people that miss the person that has died. Not for the dead."
"Well, don't you think the dead person deserves a card more than anyone?"
And she laughs. She leans her elbow on the counter and lifts her other arm to put her hand on my face. It's warm and I'm so relieved that she isn't that mad at me. "You're funny. You know that?"
Fish in a Tree, P18
Lynda Mullaly Hunt
ISBN 978-0-399-16259-6
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