I went for a very long walk that New Year’s Day.
It was cold and clear. The sky was that hard, bright blue you only get in January. The streets in my neighborhood were empty, because everyone was sleeping off the night before.
I walked past Lincoln Elementary, where Todd went to school as a boy. The swing set was still there. The red one. He fell off the top of it in second grade and broke his wrist, and he didn’t cry until I got there. Then he cried for an hour.
I walked past Riverside Park. I used to take him there every Sunday morning when he was small. He was a serious little boy. Quiet. He liked to sit on the bench by the pond and watch the birds.
“Mom, that one’s a mallard,” he’d say, pointing. “And that one’s a heron. Herons are patient. They stand still for a really long time until the fish comes.”
I sat down on that same bench. The pond was frozen at the edges.
He had been such a gentle child. Thoughtful. Kind. He used to bring me dandelions from the yard and put them in a juice glass on the kitchen table.
And he had grown into a man who stood in his own hallway with his hands in his pockets while his wife handed back his mother’s lasagna.
I sat on that bench and tried to remember when, exactly, I’d stopped being someone he stood up for.
I couldn’t find the moment. There wasn’t one.
It happened the same way the seating charts happened. One inch at a time.
I sat there until my fingers got numb. Then I walked home and made a sandwich and ignored my phone for the rest of the day.
The news cycle kept moving the way news cycles do.
By January 3rd, there had been two more segments on the business channels. A short mention in a financial industry newsletter. And a reporter from a regional business journal left me a voicemail.
“Ms. Wells, we’re doing a feature on women over sixty in wealth management, and we’d love to get your perspective…”
I didn’t call her back.
My old boss at Hargrove sent me an email. The subject line was just, “THEODORA.” In all capital letters. The body said, “I always knew. Congratulations. Lunch soon? My treat. Obviously.”
That one I answered.
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