At My Father’s Funeral My Sister Told Me to Stay Away From the Cabin I Inherited, So I Drove There Anyway

toward in his letter when he talked about building, about helping people who’ve been pushed aside.”

Jack was quiet for a moment. “What kind of people?”

“Veterans,” I said. “Women who’ve been written off by their families. People who need a place to land and the tools to rebuild.”

He considered this with the slow gravity he brought to everything. “That’s continue reading …