Mother May I

world was dangerous and broken.
But people had to feel safe anyway, to get on with the business of living.

one who’d held me up at Betsy’s funeral. Those were the only other times I’d been reduced down to an animal, as I was now, and three of those occasions had ended in such joy. He’d always given me exactly what I needed in my hardest moments, and his instant grace now felt like a promise. He would give me what I needed now.

Awful things happened to shitty people all the time.