What Are We Doing, What Have We Done
by Nathan Englander
THERE WAS A LIST of things Alex swore he’d tend to before the baby arrived. The poplar shingles, the nursery door, the staircase to the cellar that was missing a step. Desperate as he was to get it all done, Alex was stuck in a funk from which he couldn’t pry himself free. He knew his wife had every right to be frustrated with him and wished he could tell her so. But communicating with Shannon was yet another thing Alex lately couldn’t do.
