A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
“We’ll arrange another visit with Denise and your caseworker,” I said.
It was less satisfying than saying anytime.
It was also something I could stand behind.
After they left, Sadie looked at the dinosaurs still on the rug.
“He made that one a train.”
“Did you mind?”
“A little.”
She picked it up and returned it to the group.