On Friday, the vet called. “We’re calling to say Amelia’s ashes are in,” the woman on the phone nearly whispered. “You can pick them up at any time.” Like it’s something I pre-ordered at a fancy boutique in Soho. You can pick your Badgley Mischka at any time. “Again, we’re very sorry. Amelia will beContinue reading “Amelia’s Ashes”