Chapter 093 – Henry’s Birthday
Chapter 93 - Chapter 093 – Henry’s Birthday
On Henry’s birthday, I baked his favorite molasses cake.
It sank in the middle because I opened the oven too soon.
He would have eaten it anyway and called it rustic.
I took a slice to the porch and sat with his old level beside me.
“I kept the house,” I told the empty chair.
The wind moved through the maple leaves.
“I almost lost myself doing it.”
That was the truer sentence.
Keeping property is one thing.
Keeping yourself while the people you raised call your self-defense betrayal is another.
I ate the sunken cake.
It tasted like ginger, smoke, and survival.
May you like
Not bad.
Rustic.
