I’d written the invitation on my kitchen calendar.
December 25. Noon. Adam’s house.
So when Renee unexpectedly canceled my visit, I struggled to understand what had changed.
I looked into my shopping cart.
There were clementines for Lily, yellow mustard for Noah, and the ingredients for my traditional pecan pie.
I’d even picked up Adam’s favorite cranberry sauce.
Suddenly, everything seemed pointless.
Still, I paid for the groceries.
The total was $87.40.
Outside, the December wind swept across the parking lot as I loaded the bags into my Buick.