Roland sat down on my kitchen floor, in his funeral suit, and cried the way people cry when the person they needed to apologize to is already in the ground.Here is what I never told him, or Desmond, or anyone.<\/p>\n
Odessa did know about the water bill. Her note proved that. But she never once thanked me, in six years, and I understood why only after she died. If she thanked me, it became a debt. If she stayed silent, it stayed a gift, from me to her, that cost her nothing and let her keep her pride. She protected my dignity by pretending not to see, and I protected hers by pretending she didn\u2019t know, and we spent six years in a quiet agreement that neither of us ever spoke aloud.<\/p>\n
Roland and I are not friends. But he mows the strip between our houses now, both sides, and he leaves peppermints on my porch in a small dish, and neither of us has ever mentioned it.<\/p>\n
The water still runs next door. He kept the account in her name. I asked him once why, and he said some bills are worth paying just to see the name print out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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