I walked out to the mailboxes with a snack, a purple petunia shipment (hedgie family and tiny mouse) I packaged while I was home, and a (late) Mother's Day package. In the corridor on the way out, I saw a man who caught my attention: standing so formally. Why the suit and, especially, boutonnière? Then I saw, walking past, chomping on my apple: a guerney with a body bag. Funeral home.
When I walked back, the guerney was gone, but I heard the mother.