showed me,” he said. “I wasn’t listening very hard. But I think I remember.”
By the time we were done, it was dark and we were both soaked to the skin. We sat in the kitchen with towels around our shoulders and the shutters rattling and the wind howling around the point like something alive.
I made tomato soup from a can and grilled cheese sandwiches. The way I made them when he was little.
He ate two.
Then he set down his spoon.
“I need to tell you why,”
