“Because fall was his favorite,” I always said.
There was something else I had never told her. The night Joe brought that suit home, his buddy Bob had been with him in the truck, and the two of them sat in the driveway for almost an hour before Joe came inside.
When I asked, Joe just said, “Bob worries too much.”
Norma caught my reflection in the glass, my eyes drifting toward the suit without meaning to.
“Mom? You okay?”
