First, I asked for a photo of my new brother in law. A new one, in the water, where he is often found surfing. I waited here in the desert, imagining their burgeoning life by the sea, with ducks, and chickens and a baby and a trampoline.
“… How’s my picture of Aaron in water coming?”
“Umm, yeah.” My sister, Elizabeth said. “No.”
“Rainy, stormy here. Three people pulled into ocean this week to their death. We are hanging out at home.”
I sent hope to them instead.