had started because of June.
“They used to write them together,” she said. “She’d sit at the kitchen table with a list of names and remind him not to spell anything wrong.”
That detail undid me.
After June died, he kept doing it by himself.
Friday arrived colder than expected, with a clear sky and a sharp wind.
It was the kind of afternoon that made little kids zip their coats all the way up to their chins.
Ben and I got to the school parking lot early because he
