It’s the witching hour when he swings by on his way back to the men’s shelter. I hardly recognize him.
“Hey, is Thad here?” he asks. “I really need to see him.”
I walk to the edge of the porch as he makes his way up the stairs. “It’s Kevin, right?” I ask.
He nods. “She done kicked me out. Took my kids and the last time I saw her she had hickeys all over her neck. I’m tore up. I been loving her forever and everything I been doing to keep her happy ain’t made her happy.”
I’m at the Grace Table for the first time today. I’d love for you to pull up a chair and join me at the table there.