She folded the funeral shawl and set it between sheets of peeled cedar to protect the peerless black cashmere from moths,
She thought how the smell of cedar had come to mingle in her mind with the tastes of loss and grief. Her brother, her mother, her husband, and now David.
From the freezer she took the pint of ice cream she’d bought to surprise him when he came home from hospital this time, his favorite flavour she’d so long forbidden for fear of diabetic consequences.
She held it cold in her hand, then put it back in the freezer.