“I know that too.”

For a moment we stood without moving.

Across the parking lot, someone struggled to fold a stroller before putting it into a trunk.

The wheels would not turn the way she wanted.

An older woman beside her took the shopping bag and waited.

“I do not need to make him smaller than the facts already have,” I said.

Mara looked down at the keys in her palm.

“That doesn’t mean the facts get put away.”