“I’m under the porch.”
“That is not the same thing.”
She wrapped one arm around me carefully and held the umbrella over Lily with the other.
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
Evelyn had always been the emotional one in our family. She cried at commercials. She kept birthday cards for decades. When our father died, she had been the person who openly fell apart while I had arranged the funeral, handled the estate, called relatives, and negotiated with the hospital
