over and over, that his home was already gone.
No wonder he wouldn’t leave.
He wasn’t just keeping me company. He was keeping watch.
“Oh, baby,” I whispered, and pulled him close again. “I’m so sorry you had to hear that alone.”
He didn’t cry this time. He just held on.
And as I lay there with his head on my shoulder, an old memory came crawling back. One I’d spent four years trying not to look at too closely.
Part Four: The Argument I Tried to Forget
It was three days after Daniel’s funeral.
The casseroles were still stacked in my refrigerator. The flowers were starting to wilt. I was standing at the kitchen sink, trying to remember how to be a person, when Lisa walked in and didn’t bother with hello.
“I need Walter to live with me.”
I turned around slowly. “Last week you needed money.”
