To the Grave?

Abstract

D AVID reached up, pulling his favorite card from the stack on top of the desk. It was white, with gold letters above the picture of Jesus. He couldn’t read the words, but he knew what they said. “In Sympathy.” He said it out loud, enjoying the sound of the long word, and proud that he could say it correctly. He looked at the rest of the cards, then turned to his mother. ”There must have been a lot of people who liked Gran’pa.”