The Room My Father Built
His grip on my arms changed by some amount that I could not have measured and absolutely felt.
“The power went out?”
“Around one, I think.
The whole house.
I went down and the main was tripped and I couldn’t get it to hold, so I gave up and went back to bed and put a blanket on.”
“You went back to bed?”
“It was one in the morning, Chris.
What was I going to do.”