MY SISTER ANNOUNCED SHE WAS PREGNANT

for an hour without letting them fall. “I’d like to give most of it to my sons,” she said. “And I’d like to keep a little to take Ron to Italy. He’s wanted to go his whole life and I kept saying next year.”

“Go this year.”

“That’s the plan.”

We sat at her kitchen table for another two hours. She showed me a photograph of Grandma Rose at sixteen that I continue reading …