My father’s brain turned inward after he fell. It was out to lunch, out for the season, out for the rest of his life—we couldn’t know. And while his brain was immersed in its own affairs, it left the rest of him alone and in a quiet sort of shock.
Wild Week
Wild Week
Wild Week
My father’s brain turned inward after he fell. It was out to lunch, out for the season, out for the rest of his life—we couldn’t know. And while his brain was immersed in its own affairs, it left the rest of him alone and in a quiet sort of shock.