month.
The machine continues.
It just operates without me inside it.
My father sent one card.
Inside, written in pencil:
“I’m sorry I looked away.”
I kept it.
I haven’t answered yet.
Some doors need more than one coat.
I’m allowed to take my time now.
That is part of the point.
Yesterday, Marin and I touched up the blue door again.
She had her own tiny brush.
By the time we finished, paint was on her nose, the dogwood, and somehow the cat.
The color is called Curis House
