your honeymoon. We’ll talk when you’re home.
Then I turned off my phone and set it on the porch beside me, face down.
The sun was going down over the sound. Pink, then orange, then gray.
I set Nile’s picture back on the mantel where it belonged. I put the vase of pampas grass in the shed.
Then I made a cup of tea and sat in Nile’s rocking chair and watched a pelican fall out of the sky.
“I wondered when you’d do something.”
I jumped.
Pearl Haskins was
