Saturday Coffee
Caden
Saturday arrived and took the house with it.
Not in the crisis sense. In the sense that Saturday turned out to be the kind of day that had too much in it to belong to any single thread — David arriving at nine for coffee with Aria, Leah finally, genuinely leaving at eleven with her bags and her car and a departure that was more emotional than she wanted to admit, my mother rearranging the east guest room for Eleanor and James’s arrival in two days, and me in the study at seven in the morning with coffee and the property documents David had sent through the night before.
I’d read them twice by the time the house woke up.
The development site in St. Paul.
Two acres, commercially zoned, sitting untouched in Romano’s estate for twenty-two years, the project that was
