hallway. I looked at her. Yes, I said gently. You should have. She nodded, eyes wet. I’m trying now. That matters, I told her.
We ate at a new table, round, with no head seat, which had been Chloe’s idea entirely. Halfway through dinner Dylan raised his glass of sparkling cider. To Mom, he said. I groaned and told him please don’t, but he ignored me,continue reading …
