him to come.
He saw me looking and lifted one hand.
I lifted mine back.
Nora noticed.
“That took courage,” she said.
“From him.”
“From both of you.”
Maybe.
The sun lowered behind the roofline.
For a moment, I could almost see Dad standing near the grill in one of those awful shirts, waving tongs like a judge’s gavel. I could almost hear my mother laughing at continue reading …
