But I had been putting away small amounts in a specific account I labeled Rose for two years.
Not a large amount per paycheck.
Enough that, two years later, there was enough.
Two tickets to Florida.
One hotel with a room that looked at the water.
One week.
I planned to tell her at her kitchen table with coffee.
This is where we had our important conversations.
She had been at the table when I told her about my college acceptance.
She had been at the table when I told her Edwin had died, which she already knew but which I had driven over to sit with her through.
She had been at the table when I told her I was coming home from Charlotte.
The table was where things happened.
I sat down.
I had the folder with the printouts.
I had been going to say something prepared.
I was not going to just put the folder on the table.
