to help him find one.
“Your mother came home with swollen feet,” Ruth said, “so that you could grow up wearing shoes like the ones you’re wearing right now.”
Marla crossed her arms. “You need to leave.”
But Ruth shook her head slowly. “Not yet. After he fixes what he did.”
Grant gave a small, stiff nod, and then, to my genuine surprise, he crouched down continue reading …