“Not forever.”

“How do you know?”

And I said, “Because Grandma Wendy told me, and she’s been alive for sixty-seven years and she’s never been wrong about anything, ask anybody.”

He laughed.

Then he went to sleep.

I sat on the hallway floor outside his door for about forty minutes.

Wendy came on the Thursday as promised, and every Thursday after.

She brought food I did not need and did not ask for.