leave a cold space where bad company used to stand.
I filled that space deliberately.
I called my friend Miriam and went to lunch at a diner where the waitress still called everyone sweetheart. I took the long walking path around the retention pond. I reorganized my sewing basket, not because Clara would approve, but because I wanted the green thread where I could find it. I bought myself a new kettle in brushed stainless steel and did not ask anyone if it was too expensive.
On Sunday, the twins called from David’s phone.
“Grandma, did you change your door?” Lily asked. She was eight, curious, and currently missing one front tooth.
“I changed the locks, yes.”
“Mom said because you want privacy.”
“That is true.”
Her brother, Ben, leaned into the screen. “Can we still come over for pancakes?”
I smiled. “When you are invited, absolutely.”
Lily frowned thoughtfully. “