“Seriously?” I yelled. “That almost hit me.” I ducked and bobbed as another vase filled with dying yellow roses and cloudy water levitated above the mantel. It skimmed my arm as it rocketed across the room and crashed near the kitchen table. “Ouch....
Searching for comfort, I lay on the rented hospice bed, closed my eyes, and snuggled under Ma’s floral print quilt. I breathed in her scent, a mixture of Dove soap, Calvin Klein Eternity perfume and stale cigarettes. The stench of death lingered in the air, trying hard to take over my senses, but...