Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs
“How did you get to that point?”
I considered the question.
“By trying to answer everyone for so long that I finally understood there was no answer they would all accept.”
She laughed softly, without much humor.
Kendra told me Gordon had begun taking Iris to the park on Sunday mornings.
He sent her photographs of ducks and playground equipment, sometimes with a proud caption about a new word or a funny expression.
He still struggled to hear criticism.