The Old Book

I receive a shipment in the mail. I had ordered a book, but there has been a mistake. I also received a t-shirt and a book. Both items, I discover, were buried sometime in the 1850's by a prominent author. I am incredibly excited to have aquire such an historical treasure.

Then I discover that the book, itself, contains chapters on people I know (modern people)! The pages are crumbly but I discover my old client B. St. John, and his twin, among the biographies listed. In addition, I am shocked to discover that there is a poster-sized photograph of me, my mother, and my grandmother folded between the pages. I am astounded!

Then my grandmother is seated on a chair in the living room. I sit on the floor next to her and hold her hand next to my cheek. I tell her that I miss her and love her. She looks at the poster, the image is of her holding me up against her chest when I was a young child. She tells me that this was the "prime of her life." I tell her that she looked beautiful and looks great now. I am aware, slightly, that she is dead but I am trying not to think about this at all. I don't want her to dissappear.