kept us from discovering whether we had changed.
If you want no part of this, I will respect that.
But if you are willing, there is a chair at our table.
Mom read the letter.
Then she kissed Dad’s cheek.
“That will do.”
He mailed it.
And then we returned to work.
That mattered.
Life did not stop because an envelope was traveling across several states.
There were permits to file.
A roof to repair.
Clients to invoice.
There were Sunday dinners.
Dad’s doctor appointments.
Mom’s sewing group.
Derek and
