I am washing dishes when Eli sidles up next to me. He is a gentle presence, watching. Sometimes when he wants to talk you have to help him get his words started. “Where’s Isaac?” I ask, not because I think he wants to talk about his little brother, but because I always get a little nervous when Isaac isn’t in sight.
“He’s sleeping,” Eli says. “He’s quiet; that’s how I know he’s asleep.”
Which is one of the reasons the boy waits to talk until he catches one of us alone.
This is How You Heal the Wound
The Subdivision
On the Virtues of Peeing Outside
Imagination destruction
The Things We Build
Our Love Affair With Fairs
Curse of the Greedy Copyright Holders
Boy, the Scout Handbook Keeps Changing
Ya Gotta Have (Real) Friends
G.K., Santa, and Me
How Can I Teach My Kids to Work?
Intelligence Designer
Elective
The Glass Child
Name
The Grace I Know
Coming Apart
Uninterested
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