I haven’t said very much about my mother’s health here, because every time I started to the language refused it—or I refused language. It just didn’t seem right. But I can say that she’s in better shape tonight, a serious relief, especially when we were certain we were going to lose her not long ago. A broken hip is no small thing, and when you join that to other conditions... I am in awe of her resilience—or at least the body’s resilience. Maybe this is a place for an old picture of her. I don’t think this is the best picture of her—she was a lot prettier than this back then—but I remember her getting a kick out of it. And it was taken in her favorite place, near our old summerhouse, off the Great Egg Harbor Bay.
As for that concerned little boy?