I walk two and a half miles at six-forty before it gets hot. I’m in two book clubs now. In March I got on an airplane by myself and flew to Chicago for nine days and stayed with my sister and went to the cemetery where Arthur is and told him the whole thing.
I was not tired. The flight is three hours and forty minutes.
I See My Grandchildren Twice a Month and That Is the Only Part of This I Had to Fight For
Emily is eleven. Jack is nine.
I get them every other Saturday, from ten until four, and once a month for dinner, and that arrangement took four months and two conversations with Daniel to build.
The first Saturday I had them — in March — Jack got out of the car and looked around my apartment and said:
