For now, it belonged with the papers adults kept rather than the work children did before school.

There were days I felt furious about the contrast between the letter and the morning at 7:12.

There were days the old page only made me tired.

I let those feelings remain mine instead of asking Elliot to find a use for them.

The revised agreement gave us responsibilities to follow.

The drawings gave us something to keep.

Neither required me to supervise Claire’s new marriage or wait for news about Daniel’s apartment.

When there was information affecting the boys, I dealt with it.