YOUR SISTER TOLD YOU TO HIDE IN THE ATTIC AND NOT TELL YOUR HUSBAND—THEN YOU FOUND THE PASSPORTS UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS

Caleb lets it sit there.

Good.

They talk for twenty minutes.

Books.

College.

Dinosaurs, oddly enough—because some things survive everything.

At the end, Caleb says, “Thank you for meeting me.”

Noah nods.

“I’m still angry.”

“I know.”

“I might always be.”

“That’s fair.”

“I don’t want you near Mom.”

Caleb looks at you once.

Then back at Noah.

“I understand.”

Noah stands.continue reading …