My Children Came Back to the Hospital Pretending to Care but My Bed Was Already Empty

ordinary days. I slept more than I had in years. I ate at the table on the terrace when the weather permitted. I read things I had been meaning to read for a long time. Lucía worked in Ernesto’s garden in the mornings and sat with me in the afternoons and in the evenings we talked in the way that we had talked for forty-three years, about everything continue reading …