A Sunday dinner that tastes almost right.
A family finally asking the right question.
Not, “How fast can we fix this?”
Not, “What’s the practical move?”
Not even, “What are people going to say?”
Just this:
What kind of help still lets a person remain themselves?
That is the question.
For Walter.
For Caroline.
For Dean.
For all of us, if we live long enough.
And judging by the line in aisle four every Sunday afternoon, a whole lot of people are still waiting for somebody to ask it.
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