A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
I answered simply without handing her the entire history of two separated brothers and a failed search.
“What does he like?”
“Trains.”
“Dinosaurs?”
“You can ask him.”
She prepared three dinosaurs on the rug, then removed one because she wanted to keep that one in her room.
I let her.
Welcoming a visitor did not require surrendering every possession she valued.