Reversals
“Dad, go ahead,” my twenty-year-old said, gesturing towards the castle’s stone spiral staircase with one arm. My husband could not fully see the gesture as he began his way down the steep, narrow turns. But I saw it: a gesture that not only invited his father to precede him but also signaled a kind of watching-over of the man who was wearing a knee brace this summer. “What?” the boy said to me, catching a glimpse of my face as…
