I Came Back After Twelve Years to Find My Wife in a Maid’s Uniform, Serving Drinks at a Party in Her Own Home While My Son Snapped His Fingers at Her. I Turned Around, Went to My Car, and Made One Phone Call.

Shepherd’s people provided, a woman she described as very good and quite relentless.

She and I moved slowly.

That was her word for it, early on, when she told me what she needed. Slowly. I had been dead to her for twelve years and before that I had been absent more than I had been present, and there was no version of a return, however faithful, that continue reading …