Every January I Sent My Son-in-Law $40,000 for My Granddaughter. Then She Whispered, ‘Grandpa, Follow Dad.’
“Even purple.”
“Very purple?”
I pretended to think it over.
“We’ll need to negotiate the shade.”
She laughed and returned to her drawing.
Stability, I realized, often arrives without a grand celebration.
It arrives when a child can worry about curtain colors instead of wondering which adult might disappear.
The criminal cases continued on their separate paths.