At Matthew’s funeral, there had also been an interment ceremony, and Josie had sat on her aunt’s lap and listened to the minister talk about Jesus taking the little children in his arms. She wondered if he was going to take Matthew, if at night he would come and scoop him out of the ground, and she cupped her aunt’s ear in her hands and whispered the question. Her aunt closed her eyes for a long time and then slid Josie from her lap. “Go play by the trees,” she said, and Josie walked slowly around the back of the chairs and then away from the service. She walked amid the graves, running her hand over the cold stone and stopping every now and then to trace her fingers atop the chiseled names and dates. Some had memorial tablets set into the earth. They had engravings of angels or crosses or flowers, and one even had a picture of a dog. She sat next to this one and put her finger on his brass coat. She wondered if Jesus only came for children, and why he didn’t come get people before they were buried. Maybe there was a secret tunnel under the earth; maybe that was the only way Jesus could find them. That’s why they were put in the ground. That’s why you had to make sure they were buried. From where she sat, she could just make out her brother’s funeral—the chairs looked like dollhouse chairs, the standing minister like a daddy doll—but she couldn’t see the casket. She stood up and squinted her eyes, and when she saw something move, something small and white being lowered slowly into the ground, she ran. She ran hard—her patent leather shoes clicking rhythmically against the memorial tablets, her breath burning deep in her lungs—until she reached her father. He was standing now, and he caught her firmly against his side and held her close. She breathed ten deep breaths into the rough tweed of his coat pocket and then turned her head. The casket had been lowered, and the brilliant white contrasted sharply against the dark earth. Now they would fill the hole with dirt, and tonight Jesus would find his way, and Matthew would be fine. He had been put in the ground and tonight he would go to heaven.