Back at Rion, we set the table, poured the wine. It was deemed too early yet for dinner. We talked about the old times. Deliberated where the hot tub and sauna should go, about how much it would cost for Thom to frame up a tiny house at the garden’s foot by fall. More than a couple of KJ’s friends were homeless now, shuttling between cars and motels and friends’ couches—it could be offered to one of them. How would we decide who? Tig asked, and this set off a firestorm of debate. I was grateful when Jervai voiced skepticism, said, I don’t think any of y’all are engaging with how complex caring
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