I saw it. Something that had been very tight for a very long time.
He picked up two suitcases off the lawn and carried them to Miles’s car. Then he came back for two more. Then the boxes.
He did it himself. Nobody helped him.
When he came back for the white bathrobe, he stopped and looked up at me one more time.
“What did Dad’s letter say?” he asked.
I held the folded note in my lap. Still unopened. Still in the same creases.
“When you’re ready to hear
