At work we were doing a bike thing. We had to bike around and around and around. When I got to the end, Wes said Josh had died. It was an accident. He'd gone to the orchestra to ask for a drink, and a tree had split open and he was dead for some reason.
My mother, Wes and I had to drive to Josh's mother's house to tell her he was dead. Someone from work called me and told me something was wrong in the fill tank room.
I knit tiny blankets for each of Josh's fingers.
