My Son Walked Into My New Home Before I Ever Gave Him the Address

in the apartment all day. Foolish maybe. Or not.

I set it on the table between us.

“Your father bought this for me in 1984,” I said. “At the Arapahoe County Fair. He overpaid by ten dollars because the woman running the booth had one arm in a sling and he said she looked tired.”

Matthew stared at the rooster like it was a trick.

I went on.

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