段云冲 Duan Yunchong
The Way Alone
My cousin drove me to the county seat. It was still March, and the mountains were cold, wet, and misty. Chatting on the road, my cousin mentioned something about my uncle. When my grandmother died and came out of the funeral home, my uncle and my second uncle had no money to rent a car. They held the urn and walked back to the village, from morning till dusk.