The Room My Father Built
His mother’s home bought his girlfriend’s apartment.
And she came to my kitchen in March, with a dish, to tell me that a wife signs what she is given.
Part Twelve: The Fifteenth Day
On the fifteenth day it was our anniversary.
Fourteen years.
He booked a restaurant on West Sixth that we had been to perhaps nine times, and he told me about it four days in advance, and on the morning of it he left a card on the counter.
I have that card.