His sister called and said,
“Our old house is for sale.
Want to see how it looks?”

He wasn’t sure he wanted to
do that, given everything
that happened there,

but there were some good
memories, too, and so he
said, “For sure.” They

met and the realtor let
them explore as they wished.
It was the biggest house

in the neighborhood
when it was built and
all his friends thought

they were really rich. Of
course, as always, it
seemed a lot smaller

and much less imposing
than he had recalled.
Had such life forming

events for good and ill
really have taken place
in this small space?