They Laughed When Her Son Called Me “The Help” — By Morning, I Called In The House

held its shape. Aiden started talking to me again in the unselfconscious way he had before Thanksgiving, telling me facts about ocean pressure and ancient civilizations and asking whether I thought sharks dreamed. Emma fell asleep on my shoulder at Easter with her bunny tucked between us. My mother stopped making small jokes about my apartment and continue reading …