Melissa sits at her desk, fingers shaking. "The list is the list," her mother's voice rises from her memory banks.Dated a week ago, Melissa's list lays in the lamplight:1. Revenge (Virginia)2. Sleep3. Shoveling SnowIt has been a long day, a long few days in fact, and her body aches for sleep. And yet "number one is number one" and "the list is the list." But Virginia is dead. Snapped in the wreckage of the cars. Buried with flowers four days ago. But the list is the list and sleep is number two. Yes, mother. Number one is number one.