Yes, I’m fine. We’re fine, Junie.
Your mom and I, we just got worked up.
I’m sorry you had to hear us.
I shrug.You haven’t fought like that in a minute.
It took me back to—well, never mind.
Did you figure it out?
Mama Alice nods.
We did. Eventually.
I sigh and let my shoulders relax.
Good. OK, well, I’m going to hit the shower.
Then I can help with dinner?
Sure, sure, Mama Alice says.
Sounds nice.
In the shower, I let all the grime
from the daywash away.
Then I join Mama Alice in the kitchen.
She gives me a pile of potatoes to peel.
We fall into a comfortable, cozy rhythm
and in no time at all, the shepherd’s pie
is sliding into the oven.
The whole house smells like garlic
and I inhale it like a drug.
Not wanting to ever forget
this simple but potent scent—of home
and forgiveness and
nourishment.
How was ice-skating with Lyric?
Mama Alice asks.
Did you have fun?
It’s nice you’re making new friends here.
