We weren’t here to walk.
“I asked you out here because Doc said I have to get my things in order,” Leann rasped, haltingly.
She asked to meet early, alone. “What would you like me to do, Lee?”
Instinctively, I reached to comfort her. She blocked my embrace.
“Take care of Mom. The kids. And – um.” I heard resignation. Regret.
“About visitors. I hate tears.”
“Okay. If they can’t keep it together,” my hope exhaled.
The shoes sit on my shelf.