It worked. He fell asleep in the chair after coming home from school and work. I cranked up the heat and christmas music popped open a yogurt, and wrote. Snowflakes soared wildly in the wind. Sun slipped by. I remembered a movie scene I wanted to watch: wood paneling, purple ball gown, so close, red apples on the floor, the wicked witch who walked through the door at 11:59 pm. My phone rang. We made evening plans then I asked him what he wanted after weight class. The more protein the better, he said. Hmm, good to know. That after sixteen years.
