I Came Home From Teaching All Day to Find a Lock on My Own Pantry

I was slowly erased from my own home.

I saved the recording. I uploaded it to three email addresses. Then I called my daughters. I called Patrick. I called Carol.

Saturday morning arrived clear and still.

I put on my best blouse, the blue one with white flowers that Arthur had given me for our last anniversary together. I put on my pearl earrings and continue reading …