Charlotte, then a ground stop.

I drove around for an hour and ended up at my mother’s.

That’s all this is.”

I ate a bite of pasta.

It tasted of the pan.

“I’m going to shower,” he said, and stacked his plate in the sink without rinsing it.

The water started upstairs.

I went down the hall to the nursery with the pages folded in three, lifted the pastel sleepers, and laid the pages flat on the bottom of the drawer.