One time I was staying over with Caroline Moriarty. I loved staying over with Caroline because the house was so big and busy and there were people and animals around. I got so lonely sometimes at our place and bored. I liked that a Caroline’s there was always something going on. Someone making something in the kitchen, someone watching something on TV in the den, someone playing a game in the basement, someone doing something out in the yard. An animal to pet, a dog to go for a walk with. Someone to help with some mundane chore. My Mom liked to spend a lot of time alone reading. To some extent, I did too, but I also liked spaces where I could join someone doing something interesting or new. In any case, the Moriarty’s went to the Catholic Church in Fairview and this was where Caroline’s grandfather was buried. After the service everyone would go to his grave and pay their respects. They always put down flowers. Caroline didn’t remember her grandpa too well. She said that the only thing she really remembered about him was that he wore checkered pants, aftershave that smelled like limes, and that he spent most of his time in an easy chair watching tv. He liked horse races, she said. And classic movies. She found both of these boring.