building, near the community college they would attend that fall.
I was mostly pleased.
Two lifelong friends beginning adulthood together. Sharing rent, groceries, and arguments about taking out trash. What could go wrong? FriendshipBracelet Kit
Mike moved them in on Tuesday. He borrowed a friend’s trailer to transport Luke’s bed, desk, and our old basement couch. I packed Luke some kitchen supplies. Plates, cups, a skillet, and a month’s worth of canned soup.
I held him for ages at the apartment doorway.
“Call me,” I’d said. “Every day.”
“Mom,” he’d
