My Bank Called to Say My Son Tried to Take Control of My Money With Fake Dementia Papers

the library, Sunday mornings with Grace, the reread biography of Eleanor Roosevelt that I had been interrupted from finishing before all of this started. The kettle at eight. The window cracked an inch.

Daniel did not write again. Melissa did not call. The neighborhood recalibrated in the gradual way that small communities recalibrate when one version continue reading …