I Traveled Across the Country to See My Son but He Told Me to Wait Outside Like a Stranger

red, which I had not known until that moment. In the photographs I had seen of the outside of the house, taken in summer, the light made the color hard to read. It was a red door. Solid. Closed. From behind it the music and the laughter continued at exactly the same volume, because the closing of the door had not changed anything on that side, had continue reading …