My Son Told Me Not to Come for Christmas but Two Days Later My Phone Would Not Stop Ringing

She had been in that kitchen since I arrived. She had not come out to greet me. She had not poured me a drink or offered coffee. She had arranged herself at a task near the open archway where she could hear everything and was accountable for nothing.

“Then where do I go?” I asked. I said it quietly, because the question deserved quiet. “It’s Christmas continue reading …