My Son Brought

without checking how it looked.

“I’m trying to,” she said.

I believed that she believed it.

That was not the same as trust.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked.

Her face tightened.

“In the car.”

Of course he was.

“Why?”

“He wanted to come in.”

“But?”

“I told him he was not ready.”

That surprised me.

She looked toward the front window.

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