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

into the flower bed because Raymond always swore they helped the soil. A small flag hung from the back door frame, the two-dollar kind you buy at the hardware store around Memorial Day. It was faded at the edges. I kept it there because Raymond had put it up the summer before he died.

Evan finally came over.

Mom.

He gave me a quick one-armed hug, his continue reading …