The last month has held a heaviness I haven’t felt in ages. It’s been one of those seasons when it feels as if literally everything in my life is broken.
"That's good. I don't like to waste time. That's a good thing to do with your time," Florence said.
I called for the boys to stop and turn around. As they did, I turned to wave, and Floyd yelled out the door, "Maybe we'll see you around again!"
Will said, "Mom, who is that?"
"That's Floyd," I answered and then took both boys' hands in mine and headed to the car.
He added, "Is he your friend?"
"Something like that."