For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
I opened the cover and saw a picture of Laura standing in front of the market’s delivery truck.
She was holding a strawberry swirl ice cream cup and smiling at the camera.
I set the album gently on top of the sweaters in the box.
Emma brought over her stuffed animals and set a worn brown bear next to the album.
“Is Clara going to take the boat?” Emma asked.
“The court has the boat now,” I said.
“Good,” Emma said.