My Son Made Plans For My House Until I Said One Thing

morning. The lake was still gray. I knew before I looked that it was Daniel.

I expected an apology. Some small part of me hoped he would say, Mom, I was out of line.

That is not what I got.

“What did you do?” he said. No hello. Tight, clipped, almost a hiss.

“Good morning to you, too,” I said.

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