L.G., and everyone. The sun is shining today and the wind is high and who was I to think, yes...scatter in the playing field, then in the meadow some, then where I'm not allowed to say. But I heard her, and she doesn't want to go from me. Not today because the school to the playing field is closed (it's Sunday) and not tomorrow to commemorate what would have been her thirteenth birthday, and not ever.
I have to find an urn and one I can hold some times. I believe I will need to move again in spring because this flat costs a mint, and I'll move likely where I can't have a dog because that is the way the world works.
Bea and I were lucky for a while.