forehead. He tries. It’s enough, she said with a smile. Maybe that’s all we can do at the bottom.
Jordan sat down next to her son, stroking her hair. The child stirred slightly, murmuring in his sleep. We did it, dad, we works now. Jordan sobered. Yes, my boy whisperer. We walk. Outside, the cicadas were singing. The house was small but full of laughter,continue reading …
