My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

said.

I looked up.

She watched my face carefully.

“At dinner. I don’t remember the context. Something about Pittsburgh traffic. He said, ‘Nadia knows that route.’ Just Nadia. The right name in the right place.”

I let that sit between us.

Then I said, “Good.”

Renata tilted her head.

“Are you all right?”

I thought about the lake house. The rest area. The list.continue reading …