take my coffee and which chair was mine, who had, without any of us knowing, already spent his whole childhood coming home to his real mother’s table.
Bonnie and I cried together for a long time, and then we did the only sane thing two women who both love the same boy could do.
We decided he didn’t have to choose.
He has two mothers now, out loud, and he says he always sort of did.
Jake and Noah stopped being best friends and started being brothers, which, if you
