My Son Brought A Nursing Home Brochure To My Birthday Dinner And Thought I Would Break

door, stepped into the hallway, and turned on the lamp Walter had bought at a yard sale in 1988 because he liked the shape of it. The house smelled of wood polish and the remains of a coconut cake Marjorie had left on the counter that afternoon. I set my purse on the table, kicked off my shoes, and stood for a moment in the dining room where my children continue reading …