it would be below one hundred.
Soon she would be herself again.
Hungry immediately.
Tired suddenly.
Happy with her entire face.
But first there was that morning.
The quiet room.
Ethan’s hand resting near June.
The strange stillness of a house that had gone through something difficult and reached the other side.
“Ethan?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for staying.”
He looked at me.
“Thank you for making me.”
Then he shook his head.
“I mean that.”
“I needed somebody to make me stay.”
He looked toward June.
“I’m going to work
