But safe in a cafeteria with strangers isn’t the same as safe in the house she buried your father from, with somebody there.

I’m there.

I’m not going anywhere.” And I realized as I said it that it was true, that somewhere in five months the temporary had become permanent, that I had a home now and it was an old woman and a blue room and a creaking stair, and I was not going to let anyone take it from either of us.

Chapter 12 — What Enid Knew