The yard was a mess. Mom had stuff everywhere, and she wasn’t handling it well. Junk out in the open is different from junk hidden away. It was how I felt too. Like suddenly there was too much of everything. And then Dad walked in and saved the day. Well, not really, but having him home changed things, and seeing him made me realize how much I had missed him. Mom seemed better with Dad around, too. That night we all went to Fannucci’s, and it was a surprise; instead of it being awful, it was great—like it used to be. And the apple pie with ice cream was even better than I remembered it.