My Housekeeper Heard Singing Behind My Guest Room Wall

The thickset officer wrote something down.

I stared at Daniel’s forehead because if I looked in his eyes I was going over that table at him.

“How long?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

“How long, Daniel?”

“About a year.”

I made a sound I can’t spell.

A year.

A whole year of Tuesday “late meetings” and Saturday morning supply runs and that one conference in Winston-Salem continue reading …