Driving, windows open, radio playing.
Tata: There are a few things I’d like to do before I move. I’d like to bury Larry’s ashes. It seems pretty stupid to carry them around with me.
Pete: At your mother’s house, right?
Tata: Well, why not bury him where we live? Would you mind?
Pete: No, that’d be fine. You want to scatter your Dad’s ashes, too, right?
Pete: Have you picked a place? You were talking about the Shore.
Tata: I think so. I think the place where his grandparents had a house. His ashes would join the Gulf Stream and he could go around the world. He loved Europe and Iceland, and Japan was really good for him.
At the first notes of a new song I burst into tears.
Pete: What’s wrong?
Tata: Nothing. That’s what we’ll do. Do you believe in signs?
Tata: I don’t think you could get a clearer sign than this one.