I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.

A weekly breakfast.

Rides to the grocery store.

A volunteer phone tree.”

I thought of the notebook Maya had filled with neighbors’ names.

Twelve years of groceries had begun with one bag slipping from an old man’s hand.

Perhaps whatever came next should begin just as modestly.

PART 13

We started the phone tree before we knew whether we would inherit a single dollar.