In pajamas, I slipped downstairs for a breakfast of champions. I passed my father’s bedroom. He was awake, lying in bed with his hands behind his head. “Good morning, Jennifer!” he called out, as I paused in the door. “When did you get here?” he asked. “Last night,” I answered, so as not to upset him. “We’re so glad you’re here,” he said, and in …
April 18, 2021
by jenniferpuryear