“Yeah,” he said, and for the first time, he looked flustered.
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“You don’t need a key,” I said, standing in his doorway, “if you’re already home.” “Yeah,” he said, and for the first time,
We still sit on the porch swing on Sundays. He still fixes things before they break. I still bake bread. But now, when the light flickers, he doesn’t knock—he just walks in. I needed distance
“That’s Cal,” he said, nodding toward a pair of worn work boots on the second-floor landing. “Everyone calls him Unc. He’s quiet, fixes things, and keeps to himself. But if you ever need help—real help—he shows up.”
I opened the door. He held a wrench, a flashlight, and a thermos.