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

He stood under the striped awning with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sign, and from the side he looked so much like Raymond that my breath caught.

Then the bell rang.

I was boxing pecan rolls for a woman from church. He waited until she’d gone.

Hi, Mom.

Hello, Evan.

He looked worn down in the deeper way, the way of a man who’s had to sit alone continue reading …