look up.
“If this is about avoiding the father question again, I can’t do this tonight, Tee.”
She stood there for several seconds.
Then she quietly said,
“Never mind.”
For ten years, I remembered that moment as my daughter shutting me out.
Now I wondered if I had been the one who closed the door.
I called Trudy.
She answered on the fourth ring.
“You kept this for ten years.”
“I know.”
“Don’t say that like it makes sense.”
She went quiet.
“Meet me,” I said.
The next day, Trudy
