He went out and shut the door behind him.

Part Sixty-Eight: Her Little Fist Closed Around My Finger

My mother brought the water and the caramel bar in closer and then sat down next to me.

One of the girls began to grumble.

“Mom, could you lift her for me?”

“Of course I can, sweetheart.”

She slid her hand in beneath my daughter’s head and waited there until I had her properly before she let go.

And that is the thing.