Part 3: You Grew Into It
I don’t remember standing up or crossing the lawn. I only remember holding him after eleven years as he shook and said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” into my hair.
“I got clean fourteen months ago,” he said when he could speak again. “I wanted to come home so many times. I was too ashamed. I thought you’d be better off without me.”
The little girl tugged at my coat.
“Are you Grandma Marlene?” she asked. “Daddy has your picture by my bed.”
“This is Hope,” Jesse said. “She’s five. She’s the reason I got clean.”
I dropped to my knees in the snow and put my arms around my granddaughter for the first time. After so many years of wondering whether I’d ever see Jesse again, here she was in front of me.
Behind us, Doug cleared his throat.
“This is very touching,” he said. “But she’s still evicted. She owes me four thousand two hundred dollars.”
Danny turned to him without raising his voice, studying him quietly.
“You don’t remember me, do you, Mr. Pruitt?”
Doug squinted. “Should I?”
“January, six years ago. You dragged me out of your storage room by my hood in front of a store full of people. You called her a thief for feeding me.”
Doug’s expression changed. Danny took out an envelope.
“Cashier’s check,” he said. “Four thousand two hundred dollars. The guys at Station 2 took up a collection when I told them about Mrs. K.”
Doug took it without a word.
“And Doug,” Danny added, “I’m on the fire inspection team for this district now. Your other three buildings on this block are next on my list. I’d check those smoke detectors if I were you.”
The deputy turned away to hide a smile.
Even with the debt paid, I decided not to stay in that duplex. Jesse and Hope were renting a small place in St. Paul, and they had a spare bedroom where I could live.
“Come home with us, Mom,” Jesse said. “Please. We’ve lost enough years.”
I loaded my nine boxes into Danny’s truck, saving the Carhartt jacket for last. Danny held it out to give it back.
“It’s yours,” I said, and placed it back in his hands. “You grew into it.”
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