Rathalla Review, Spring 2018
We were silent on the ride back.“How many more times do you think we’ll have to do this, Rach? I mean, the hospitals and the funerals? Twenty more times? Thirty?”
“I don’t know. I can’t get Tammy’s face out of my head. She’s everywhere.”
I unfastened my seat belt, grabbed her hand, and kissed it. “That’s because we’re her.”
Her Verse 