The call came last night: there would be a two-hour bus delay for the Snow Blitz. I made oatmeal and listened to him recount the latest adventure in snowboarding. We bundled up to drive to home. Snow melted in rain. “Are you finished with homework,” I asked again. “No,” he said and kissed him on the cheek before we were in view of the front door. Back home, Max walked around with the phone, chatting with snaps about who knows what. Then Morgen found his new writing notebook, daily planner, and a pen and got to work.
