Why We Shaved Our Heads on Our Wedding Day for His Grandmother

with a satin ribbon on the hall table, did not draw my eye.

It looked as though she had started to read them but suddenly lost the heart to continue.

My mind kept returning to that half-hidden brush in the bathroom sink.

The brush was made of real ivory, its handle worn smooth from decades of daily use.

Every single time we visited her, that brush sat continue reading …