“68 yo parent. Son texted: ‘Meeting. Sign or ruin you.’ Steakhouse. 6 faces + lawyer. I smiled: ‘I only brought one.’ Door turned…” __PART2 (ENDING)
The body, eventually, insists you acknowledge time. I was sixty-six when I fainted at the Colfax laundromat. Late July. One of those Denver afternoons when the heat shimmers off pavement …
“68 yo parent. Son texted: ‘Meeting. Sign or ruin you.’ Steakhouse. 6 faces + lawyer. I smiled: ‘I only brought one.’ Door turned…” __PART2 (ENDING) Read More