THE UNRULY HEART
Julian was standing at the door. It was 10:30 in the morning. She was always watching the clock, anticipating the time when he would step out to
see his friends. “Hurry up, Mom,” he said.
She ran to him, her hands still slick with dishwashing soap.
“Will you be having dinner here?” she asked.
He shrugged.
She was sure there was a girl in his life, someone he didn’t want her to know about; he’d become so close-mouthed, the last year. And he was the type of son who had liked confiding
in her. Still, she told herself, it was for the best.
She watched him get into his car. She noted there was a new dent on the passenger side door. Julian didn’t care. The car had over 120,000 miles when they bought it for him, when he
graduated from high school. Jocelyn remembered how
