I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

might come for Sunday dinner sometime, the four of them and the three of us, and I heard in the asking the shape of someone trying to find their way toward something new from the only direction available to them, which was where they were standing.

I said yes. I said we would come. I said to tell Mom we were looking forward to it.

After I hung up, I continue reading …