Rosa came bolting into the greenhouse, her frilly, ribbon-y dress was smeared in reddened dirt.
"oh, ro-ro," i smoothed out the front of my own, black velvet. "i told you you had to stay clean today, babydoll." i looked at myself in a filmy, dirty puddle that formed from a leaky garden hose Ezra had left unfurled.
"..i'm sorry, mama." she clung to my leg - i just stared out the window; there wasn't a cloud in the sapphire blue sky.
i felt the tears run down my cheeks for at least the seventeenth time that day. they morphed into sobs rather quickly.
"don't worry, mommy." Rosa whispered. "uncle reggie is safe in the ground, right? daddy said he's sleeping."
sure, sure, he's sleeping. but he'll never wake up.