rang.
David stood outside holding a small grocery-store bouquet.
No emergency.
No request.
Just flowers.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Hello.”
“I wanted to see the kitchen.”
I let him in.
He slowly looked around.
“Wow.”
I smiled.
“You like it?”
“It looks amazing.”
We spent the next hour drinking coffee at my new island.
He talked about work.
I told him about a photography trip to Arizona I was taking with my friend Susan.
He didn’t ask for money.
He didn’t ask me to babysit.
When he stood to leave, he looked
