When You Reach Me
She met Louisa, who didn't have a husband either, in the lobby on that first day. They were both taking garbage to the big cans out front. Louisa was holding Sal. Sal had been crying, but when he saw me, he stopped.
I know all this because I used to ask to hear the story over and over: the story of the day I met Sal. (4.26-27)
I used to think of Sal as being a part of me: Sal and Miranda, Miranda and Sal. I knew he wasn't really, but that's the way it felt. (5.9)
One time, when Sal had a fever and Louisa had called in sick to her job and kept him home, the daycare lady handed me my carpet square at nap time, and then, a second later, she gave me Sal's, too.
"I know how it is, baby," she said.
And then I lay on her floor not sleeping because Sal wasn't there to press his foot against mine. (5.11-13)