Page 90 of A Song for Another Woman

"Think she'd be happy if she could see us now?"

I lean my cheek against his shoulder. The baby sleeps between us, warm and certain.

"I think she'd be tickled pink."

In a dark arena once, a camera found my face and held it up for strangers. It tried to tell the story for me.

Tonight, after the baby is down and Cade has washed the bottles, I’ll go into town. I’ll sit behind the glass Pop built for me.I’ll put on my headphones, wait for the red light, and speak into the dark.

Good evening, wherever you are.

I look at my husband holding our baby in the house I drew before I knew how long someday could take.

I’m glad you made it.