I got back to Angela's on Sunday evening.
Eli fell asleep in the taxi and I carried him in and put him down without waking him and stood in the doorway of the spare room watching him sleep for a long moment before I went back downstairs.
Angela had food on the stove.
She looked at my face when I came into the kitchen and handed me a bowl without asking questions and I sat at the table and ate and the food was warm and the kitchen was quiet and I had never been more grateful for a place in my life.
"How was the second day?" she said.
"Dinner was awkward," I said. "Breakfast was less awkward. Gerald cried when we left which I was not prepared for."
"Gerald always cried," Angela said. "Even when we were teenagers."
"I know," I said. "It didn't make it easier."
We sat in comfortable qu
