requires you to reopen a door.
Marin looked up from her spelling worksheet.
“Who was it?”
I smiled a little.
“Just Grandpa Gerald.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he hopes we’re well.”
She thought about that, then nodded.
“We are.”
I looked around our small kitchen. The paper napkins. The homework pencil. The half-empty bowl of pasta. The magnet on the fridge continue reading …
