June

Next month, we will drive back home to Tecumseh and bury my folks at St. Anne’s in Mémé and Pépé Leclair’s grave. Hopefully everyone in the plot will approve: For one, the men liked each other. And I’ve made sure to put a French inscription on the stone so Mémé Jeanne’s Anglophobic ectoplasm won’t start up and force us, right before the ceremony, to hunt for the marker somewhere in the O’Rourke section. But most importantly, if eternity at the foot of her mother-in-law gets on her nerves Laurette can visit her own mother, who’s just a few yards away.