I didn’t feel like talking, but in a crazy subconscious martial arts move, God or Holy Spirit or Coyote Trickster intervened and I found myself inviting him along to Home Depot, where I had some errands to do. Home Depot, where they fix things and make things right. He came along, and he began to make things right by listening, finding in himself the willingness to look at his own stuff, and change, at my house, with my son.
