Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

was gone.

You used to be better at this, he said.

We did this every Sunday when you were little, she told him. Before everything else. We used to make a complete disaster of the kitchen.

At the table, Emma spread out paper and handed Barbara a marker, and Barbara held it with the uncertain grip of someone returning to something they have not done in a continue reading …