My Mother-in-Law Sat Me by the Service Door

version tonight,” she said. “Or wait until Monday.”

I capped my pen. Then uncapped it again.

Eleanor was watching me now with a concentration I don’t think she’d ever given me before. She was trying to rebuild the map in her head. Trying to find the edges of what she’d missed.

And then she said the one thing I did not expect.

“How much control do you actually continue reading …