You called me late last night, your breathing all shaky on the other end of the line. I thought for a moment that you were crying, and I pictured you sitting in the front seat of your red Toyotaon some dark street corner, with tears gushing down your cheeks. I stayed silent for a moment,…

I caught you standing at my back gate. You were staring at the daffodils with a mist across your face. A kind of blanknessthat was crisp and unforgiving.You staggered toward me, laden with gloom,and I caught you, limply, in my arms. We were sitting on the back porch only ten steps later, the grey sky…