A Good Man
Sean Guillemette
The funeral director is polite enough over the phone, not
compassionate per se, but sensitive enough to check herself when
her demeanor veers too close to cold business. She makes an effort
to end every sentence on a down note. That seems the universal
signal of sympathy. She asks all sorts of questions I don’t expect,
but then, I don’t really know what they’d want besides his name,
Lewis Richard, and a pickup location, Healthsouth Hospice
Josey. I held his hand as he passed. Did