I put it beside the school supply list in my purse.

The pages pressed together, and I had to separate them carefully later.

It was becoming difficult to keep the wedding from appearing in every calculation I made for the boys.

Marjorie asked me what I wanted without calculating Elliott’s preference first.

“I want them to stay.

Same beds, school, breakfast table.

I want to marry him, but not if he needs them gone.”

She waited.