Chapter 14: Ordinary Weather
Ordinary weather returned: hard rains that meant only wet shoes, not a recursion of the first night.
Noah learned to ride a bike in the alley behind the clinic. He fell, cried, got up, and did not apologize to the pavement. I washed the scrape and did not narrate resilience at him. He already was resilience. What he needed was scraped knees that ended in bandages instead of blame.
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I dated no one seriously. My attention was spoken for. The nurse at the clinic asked once if I was lonely. I said I was full. Full was not the same as finished forever; it was the truth of the season.
On the anniversary of the intake report I did not light a candle. I checked the locks, packed a lunch with a note, and watched Noah sleep with his hands open at his sides. The private bottle cap still sat in the clinic drawer. I touched it once, not for luck, for memory’s weight, then went upstairs.
