She laid him out on his side so his one good lung would not fill with fluid. The bed faced the window so he could see the ocean.
“Make sure the earth and salt are ready”
“They are ready,” she said.
The wind from the ocean seeped steadily through the porous walls of the cottage. When the death rattle finally came the old woman folded the man’s hands across his chest and placed the dish of earth and salt just below them. Then she got the man’s sea boots from the wooden crate by the door and pulled them onto his stick like legs.
“Where you are going, you’ll need those,” she said.