November 18, 2019:
In memory I taste flour. She's baking bread, I help with sifting; fine particles of flour fill the air above the rolling pin. I feel it on my skin, inside my nose. Tonight the world smells that way.
I should take her to Montana. Her happiest moment in an Instamatic frame: on the tarmac in Great Falls, posed with her father. Her father: her life's dream realized. With little me in hand, but I'm not on her mind.
I was seldom on her mind after that. That was our reality.