My Ex-Wife Asked To Be Buried Beside Me — I Said Yes For Reasons She'll Never Know скачать в хорошем качестве

My Ex-Wife Asked To Be Buried Beside Me — I Said Yes For Reasons She'll Never Know

The call came on a Thursday. I was at the drafting table in my home office, working on elevation drawings for a library renovation, when my phone lit up with a number I hadn't seen in four years. I let it ring three times before answering. "David," she said. Her voice had changed. Thinner. "I need to ask you something." I set down my pencil and looked out the window at the maple tree in my backyard. Its leaves were just starting to turn. "Go ahead." "I'm dying," Claire said. No preamble, no cushioning. "Stage four. They gave me six months, maybe eight." She paused, and I heard her breathe in carefully, as if even that cost her. "I want to be buried next to you. In the plots we bought together." I had forgotten about those plots. We'd purchased them twenty-three years ago, newlyweds playing house with the trappings of permanence. Two adjacent spaces in Riverside Cemetery, under an oak tree that overlooked the water. It had seemed romantic then, a declaration that not even death would part us. "All right," I said.