briefly before closing it to do something useful. Here there wasn’t folder between me and the place.
I missed Ethan and Lucy. I sent them a picture of the sea through Daniel, making sure they knew I thought of them without promising a return date I hadn’t chosen. He sent back their questions about the beach. I answered those gladly. I was their grandmother, even across an ocean.
One morning I opened a kitchen cabinet for coffee mugs and took down four. I set them in a row before I
