The Letter in My Purse
Do you know her.
My fingers had gone ice-cold against the glass of the phone, and I stood there in my own kitchen with the pasta beginning to scorch behind me, and I did not answer her, because I did not know how.
Chapter 3 — He Had a Meeting Last Thursday, Too
Leo came in from school a few minutes later, dropping his backpack onto a kitchen chair with the particular heaviness of a boy who has been thinking hard about something all day.
He did not say hello.