Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

” I said. “The doctor showed me how to keep my feet warm. My balance is back.”

I looked down at the dark earth over his grave.

“I will not have to move to that home on the highway,” I said. “I am staying right there on Elm Street.”

The wind rustled the bare branches above me.

“Brenda is going to counseling,” I said. “I had to take her key back.”