David

When the horse died with its head in Elba’s lap, she didn’t cry but wanted to. She’d been crying for three nights, since the horse broke both legs and she’d learned it would die. Her eyes went dry. What she did was sing the horse a hymn (it seemed right, she’d seen that on TV), then went inside, filled a glass with water. She drank some, dabbed some on each cheek to show the tears the way out. Then she’d smile again.