Cheerios, and drove away.
She didn’t call for four months. When she finally did, she talked to Mark for ten minutes about the divorce papers, and she didn’t ask to talk to Hannah at all.
The first time I came over to Mark’s house for dinner, Hannah hid behind his leg the whole time. She wouldn’t say a word to me. She wouldn’t eat. She just stared at me with those big, serious brown eyes.
When I was putting on my coat to leave, she finally spoke.
“Are you going to go away too?”
I knelt down in front of her. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to make a promise I couldn’t
keep.
“I’m going to go home tonight,” I said. “And then I’m going to come back on Saturday, if you’ll let me. Is that okay?”
