our own fence. Wore a winter coat fifteen years past dignity.
When Ethan left for college, Robert cried in the garage so nobody would see. Then he came inside, washed his face, and said, “Now we save for the next one.”
“The next what?” I’d asked.
He smiled. “The small one who’ll ruin my furniture.”
I was still smiling at that memory when headlights swept continue reading …
