My Daughter In Law Left My Grandson Alone At The Airport And Thought A Text Would Excuse It

windows at the angle it always did this time of year, turning the old oak floors amber. Cecille’s furniture was still there, the wingback chair by the fireplace, the writing desk in the small room off the hallway, the ceramic lamp she had brought back from a trip to Portugal in 1987.

I sat in the kitchen for a long time.

I thought about what it would continue reading …