he read it out loud, his voice shaking.
Cul —
Happy wedding day, buddy.
Your mom is giving you the point. I asked her to. It’s yours now.
But I want you to remember something. It was never worth anything. It was a wreck with a dead crab in the sink. What made it worth something was your mother on the ladder holding it steady, every summer, for six years. And you, complaining the whole time, pulling nails.
The house is just wood. The people are the point. That’s why we
