That was his decision.
He said hiding those eleven months had made him realize how much shame from that period was still controlling him.
A year later, Harbor House needed volunteers to repaint several bedrooms.
Reed signed us up.
I complained because he scheduled us for a Saturday morning.
He reminded me that marriage was about sacrifice.
I reminded him that marriage was also about asking your wife before volunteering her to paint twelve walls.
We went anyway.
Claudia was there.
So was Hank, carrying doughnuts from the diner his daughter now owned.
The old gray hat came too.
It’s hanging in our hallway now.
Reed doesn’t wear it much anymore because the fabric has started separating near the brim.
He says he’s going to repair it.
I hope he doesn’t.
Some things don’t have to look new to deserve a place in your home.
