My Son Left Me Behind on Thanksgiving and Flew His Family to Hawaii—So Friday Morning, I Called Movers and Took Back Everything I Had Paid For

For now, the kitchen contained two folding chairs and a borrowed table.

Arthur’s photograph stood beside the small lamp I’d brought from my bedroom.

The one I could establish had always belonged to me.

We went grocery shopping.

I bought bread.

Eggs.

Milk.

Chicken.