There is pure silence as the grieving crowd watches the single bird circle around and catch up with the others over the nearby freeway. The flutist plays mournfully in the background. When everyone is gone, two cemetery workers set the casket into a deep hole in the ground. Faris asks them to bring the coffin back up, so she can slip in the bunny toy that the Benavideses brought and another pale yellow rose. Five lines of miniature crosses, all over seen by four sculptured angels, sit on a nearby wall.
Grace is the start of a new sixth row.
During the week, townsfolk and tourists who have heard about the babies drop by to leave flowers, poetry or stuffed animals. Once, a woman who spoke in broken English called Faris for directions. The next day, Nathan's cross and an angel were gone. Police think his mother paid a visit. Hopefully, Faris says, her work will reach at least one mom, who will put her infant up for adoption instead of snuffing out its life.