I Was Holding My Son’s T-Shirt When His Teacher Called And Said He Had Left Something Behind

whole body.

He came out of the ward when he was done, and the yellow coat and the red nose were gone, and he looked older and quieter and more like himself than he had in weeks.

“Let’s go home,” I said.

We drove separately. I followed his taillights through the medical district and onto the interstate, watching the familiar shape of his car through the continue reading …