Margaret Whitmore
I had not been around Claire’s family since that Christmas Eve, and I didn’t want to stand on another porch wondering whether the door would open.
Daniel must have heard the hesitation in my silence.
“Mom,” he said, “you won’t be left outside.
I promise.”
I didn’t answer immediately.
Promises had become difficult for me.
Eventually I said I would come for an hour and see how I felt.
Ruth offered to drive with me and wait nearby, but I decided I could manage.