A Silver Photo Frame on Our Porch Ended My Fifteen Year Blind Spot
“I have the lunch covered,” I said.
She did not answer right away, her hand rising to her collarbone.
“The mustard is on the middle shelf of the door,” she said, her voice ending with that slight, quiet pause.
“I found it,” I said, pointing to the yellow bottle on the counter. “I also packed his carrot sticks.”
She twisted her silver wedding band twice, her eyes tracking the neat pile of crumbs I had already swept into my palm.
“The school bus arrives at seven-forty,” she said.
“I know,” I said. “I have the alarm set on my phone.”
Marcus came down the stairs then, his blue sneakers untied and dragging against the carpeted steps.
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, his blue backpack dangling from one shoulder.
“Did you find my blue chalk?” Marcus asked, his voice thick with sleep.
He tugged on his collar as he looked between Anna and me, sensing the quiet in the room.
I wiped my hands on a dish towel and opened the third drawer near the telephone.
