The house of my youth is decorated with death. Stuffed creatures fill the rooms. We stand entranced, almost touching. Mom and I are going to London to see him. Liverwurst on rye.
Mom puts the sandwich and a glass of milk on the dining room table.
Then I see the cat I grew up with is the centerpiece. Mom and I fixed Kitten to be with us forever. I can't eat with a corpse staring at me. Open your eyes. A shadow nicks her face.