16 março 2013
She got under the covers and put her arms around the shirt, she could smell her. It used to be she couldn't smell Gram's smell in the way you couldn't smell your own; it was too familiar. But tonight she could.
This was some living part of her still here and she held on to it. There was more of Grams with her here and now than in what she had seen in the cold basement room that day.