When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

He was learning.

Or perhaps relearning something he should have been taught at eight.

No means no even when you are frightened.

PART 44 — RECOVERY

For several days I moved slowly.

I took prescribed pain medication.

Rested.

Returned to light work later than I wanted.

Florence made soup.

Too much soup.