In a parked car.

In her own driveway.

In April.

And a seventy-one-year-old woman came to my fence on a Saturday with that, in the only way she could think of to raise it, and I said they’ve been doing that since she was thirteen, and picked up a toolbox.

Lupita said, in that kitchen, with the tray still in her hands: “I should have said it plainer.”

And I said, “You said it plain enough.”