My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

spray Linda had found under the sink. Rachel had washed bottles. Folded burp cloths. Left her card on the counter with a note.

Call if you need a night. No explanation required.

I stuck it to the fridge with a magnet from Catalina.

At 4:20 p.m., Dad knocked.

Not Mom.

Dad.

He stood outside our door in a Dodgers cap and the gray zip hoodie I’d bought him for continue reading …