up the spill.
“See what I mean?” he said. “You cannot even hold a cup.”
“It was just hot, Donald,” I said.
He stopped wiping the table and looked at me with a quiet, steady sadness.
The house was completely quiet by ten o’clock, the only sound being Donald’s deep, even breathing beside me in the dark. I slid out of bed, careful not to let the floorboards continue reading …
