Aaron

I wanted to tell her but I was worried it would ruin the moment. Even with her frail body, the hug was great.
I clenched the ceramic turtle she gave me in May. Its right leg was gone but the ridges in its back were still there.
“Remember? When you move the stick across the ridges it sounds like the turtle is croaking”
“Where’s Pat?”
She wasn’t listening to me. I wanted to tell her but she deserved the ignorance.