When My Key Wouldn’t Fit the Lock, I Knew Something Had Changed

He squeezed my shoulder and said I deserved the break and not to worry about the reports.

“I’ve got it,” he said.

I drove four and a half hours to Wichita Falls. I brought Rita butter pecan ice cream from Braum’s, sat with her for three hours, and let her win at guessing the Wheel of Fortune puzzles. I held her hand and thought about Sycamore Bend the continue reading …