He Thought I Would Make A Scene At Two In The Morning Until Everything Changed

had been sad and that he was available for sadness. He slept against my legs and followed me from room to room and looked at me with the bottomless patience dogs have for humans who are taking longer than expected to be okay.

I redecorated slowly.

Not dramatically. Not the furious rearrangement of a woman burning things down. But the gray knit throw continue reading …