My Son Took the Villa and Sent Me to the Beach Cabin but My Wife Had Left Me Something Better

grows, because I plant it every spring, Helen’s variety, from cuttings I found in a pot behind the shed that she must have started herself. On good days Carol sits out on the rebuilt porch with a mug in both hands the way she does in the photographs, and I sit beside her, and we watch the water, and neither of us says very much, which is its own kind continue reading …