don’t need to be fixed once they work.
Angela became something I still don’t have a clean word for.
She comes for Sunday dinner most weeks.
Theo calls her Angela.
Wyatt calls her Grandma Angela.
She allows it.
The first time I heard him say it, I had to leave the room before anyone saw my face.
One Sunday, a little more than a year after the porch confrontation, I finally did something I had meant to do since the hospital lodging.
I took the blue-lidded casserole dish.
The same
