Chapter 13

Aaron's mother was sitting in my mother's kitchen when I arrived for Sunday lunch in the middle of February. I'd brought lunch and the book Mom had lent me. Through the doorway, I heard my mother saying that the house belonged to both of us. "Of course it does," his mother answered. "But Nora already has an apartment. Aaron's the one who's going to be left with nowhere to go." I put the bag on the counter. "Why are you here?" She turned in her chair. "I thought your mother and I might be...