Chapter 45
AlexaMuch to his delight, they moved Dad home on Tuesday morning. He settled in on the couch, and at noon, he put in his request for a hearty barbecue lunch.
I wondered aloud whether that was the most healing food and was quickly shouted down.
“If your daddy wants barbecue, then I’m getting him barbecue. A man should have what he wants in his own house,” Mom proclaimed.
His smug smile told me not to argue.
After lunch, I helped him to bed for a nap and returned to the center of the house: the kitchen table.
My phone clattered on the table again. “People are calling and calling.”
“Go ahead and take it. Maybe it’s your Adam.”
“He’s not mine, Mom.”
“Well, why not? If you like him.” She flicked her hand at me. “I don’t understand you girls these days.”
“Mom, there’s nothin
