Chapter 9
- A fly drowns inside her half-full glass of orange juice, buoyed-up on its back and floating, a forever dead thing amidst a table spread of fresh fruit and scrambled eggs; the cypress trees that line the mansion’s garden lean away from the death inside her glass, mourning from a safe distance, moving to one side in superstition.
- Grandpa clears his throat. “Big day today,” he says, “big day.”
- Jenny puts the glass down.