Daddy's Gone a Hunting

Prologue

Sometimes Kate dreamed about that night, even though it wasn’t a dream. It had really happened. She was three years old and had been curled up on the bed watching Mommy getting dressed. Mommy looked like a princess. She was wearing a beautiful red evening gown and the red satin high heels that Kate loved to try on. Then Daddy came into the bedroom and he picked Kate up and danced her and Mommy onto the balcony even though it was beginning to snow.

I begged him to sing my song and he did, Kate remembered.

Bye baby bunting,

Daddy’s gone a-hunting,

A rosy wisp of cloud to win,

To wrap his baby bunting in.

The next night Mommy died in the accident, and Daddy never sang that song to her again.