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nd just when she was thinking that
she didn't know what she was going to do because everything she loved
always left her, he slipped his arms around her and Guinevere both, and
leaned over close.
He didn't say anything, just sat there sheltering them, and when
Samantha came in asking when they were leaving, he said, "Hope's not
going today. Guinevere just died."
"I'm sorry,MBT Karibu, Hope, " Samantha said, softly now, close by.
"We're burying her here, " Jack told her. "Want to take the bus
today?
" Hope didn't hear an answer. She had started crying again, because
the words were too real. Guinevere just died. Besides, Samantha
wasn't the one she wanted just then. The one she wanted was holding
her tight.
IF ANYONE had told Jack that while his wife was in a coma and his firm
was floundering, he would be splitting firewood into planks to build a
tiny coffin for a cat, he would have had them committed. But it seemed
like the best thing to do.
Hope sat on the ground nearby. Guinevere was wrapped in the wash-worn
baby afghan that Rachel had crocheted and that Hope had slept with for
the first eight years of her life. Tatters and all,MBT Night Shoes, it was her prized
possession. Once she wrapped Guinevere in it, she stopped crying. She
held her bundle as though it were gold.
Jack found satisfaction splitting the logs and putting hammer to
nail.
When the small coffin was finished, he dug a grave, dug deeper than was
probably necessary, but he didn't want other animals digging it up.
Beside,MBT Boost shoes, it felt good to work, felt good to build up a sweat and breathe
hard.
The exertion also tired him out enough so that when Hope placed her
little bundle in the coffin and he nailed it shut, put it in the hole,
and began covering it with dirt, he didn't feel quite so raw.
Hope cried. It was inevitable. Jack held her against his side and let
her get it all out. Then they sat, just sat for a bit�and again it was
absurd. The last thing Jack had time for was lingering in the forest
on a