He didn’t say it proudly or angrily.

I didn’t rush to apologize as though resembling Daniel in any small way were something shameful.

“You can decide when something actually needs straightening,” I added.

He left the drawing where it was and went outside.

Later, Marjorie came for pancakes.

The boys were occupied with their evening things, and for a few minutes we could eat while the food was warm.

She had her letter copy with her, still in the protective sleeve.