Last words
March 11, 2008“Are you at least going to let me see my grandchildren?” Jean’s voice teetered on the edge of hysteria. What did she want? Maybe for Lacey to lay down and die? She stared at her mother, unable to imagine any words that might save them.
“Do you think you could keep them safe?” Lacey asked, and turned away as tears began running down Jean’s face. She had to be cruel. She had to use a knife sharp enough to remove this cancerous love. There were boxes to carry.
