At 67 I Came Home Alone After Heart Surgery And My Family Told Me To Call An Uber

house and found, unexpectedly, that the emptiness had room in it for something new.

My phone had one new message. Phillip.

Mom. I want to come by this week. Not about Dr. Wells. Just to see you. If that’s alright.

I read it twice. It was not everything. It was something real.

I typed back.

Come Thursday. I’ll make dinner.