I Came Home With My Husband’s Suitcase—Then an 11:14 p.m. Call Revealed Who Would Answer When I Needed Help
“The corner?”
“And written a complaint about the glue.”
I smiled and unlocked the door.
The house smelled like a house again.
I did not immediately trust that impression.
I read the notice once more before hanging up my coat.
The rooms were familiar and awkward.
James’s chair stood at the same angle to the lamp.