a while, we listened to the radio.
Then he asked, “Have you ever regretted it?”
“Regretted what?”
“Helping me.”
I frowned.
“What kind of question is that?”
“An old man’s question.”
“No.”
“Not when the shop was struggling?”
“No.”
“Not when you were tired?”
“No.”
“Not when Emma had school events or Rachel needed you at home?”
“We made it work.”
He looked down at his coffee.
“People speak about life as though it is built from weddings, graduations, promotions, and grand adventures,” he said. “But most of a life