The Secret Place
I said what a man says.
Two nights.
Home Thursday, before her spelling test, and I would test her on the way to school Friday and she would beat me, because she always did.
And she said, “Okay,” and then she sat there.
I want to be exact about what happened next, because I have gone over it with a professional at some length and because it is the only thing in this entire account that I got right without help.
I did not leave the room.
There was a version available where I kissed the top of her head, said something warm, and walked out to a car.
I had done that perhaps two hundred times.
She would have let me.
She had decided, I found out much later, that if I picked up my bag she was not going to say anything at all.
Instead I put the milk down and sat on the stool across from her, because she had said okay in a voice I did not recognize.
“Nell. What’s up?”
And she looked at the doorway.
That is the part I still think about.