My Son Left Me Alone at the Bakery Until the Business Account Was Suddenly Locked

stood there holding them a long time.

Then I set them on the shelf by the back door.

Not in the trash. Not in my apron pocket.

On the shelf.

That is where I am with my son.

Not thrown away. Not trusted in my hands yet. Set somewhere I can see him.

The morning went on. I fed the starter. I shaped loaves. I made the coffee. I opened the front door at six and continue reading …