At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

Occasionally discussed her flowers.

Nothing more.

Then one afternoon, after Marcus had already been arrested, Eleanor came to my house.

By then, I had repainted it white.

She sat at my kitchen table and confessed everything.

Eleanor had insomnia.

“I’m old,” she told me. “Old people don’t sleep much.”

Most nights, she sat in a chair beside her front window continue reading …