My Doctor Said Stay in Bed. I Was Already on the Pacific Coast Highway. When I Got to the House I’d Built for My Parents’ Anniversary, My Brother-in-Law Was Evicting Them. I Laughed in His Face and Said: “You Have Exactly One Hour to Leave.”

never did. He was a weekday caller, practical and brief, a man who did not use the phone for anything that could be done in person. Sunday calls meant something was different.

“The workshop,” he said.

“Yeah?” I said.

“The light in the afternoon,” he said. “I’ve been working in there. The light is good.”

He did not say anything else about it. He did not continue reading …