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MICHAELAWe open on a Tuesday.That was not an accident. I looked at the calendar and I saw a Wednesday that would have worked better logistically and I chose the Tuesday anyway, because every single thing that has ever mattered in my life has happened on one, and I am superstitious in exactly one direction and I have made my peace with it.The unit is the one beside Honey's.It was a hardware shop for nineteen years and then it was empty for four, and I found the number for the landlord taped inside the window in handwriting that had faded almost to nothing, and I called it myself from the car with my hand shaking.I negotiated the lease myself.That sentence is doing a lot of work and I want it to. I read the terms myself and I did not understand about a third of them and I paid a lawyer in the next town four hundred dollars to explain the third I did not understand, and then I went back and asked for two changes and got one of them.I am aware of what that is. I am aware that a wom

MICHAELAWednesday dinners started without anyone deciding they would.My father came over on a Wednesday in April to drop off a chair he had found for the nursery, and stayed for food because it was there, and then came the following Wednesday because I texted him about something unrelated at four in the afternoon and he read it as an invitation. By the third one it was a fixture. Nobody has ever said the words every Wednesday out loud. It would break it.Tonight he arrives at seven with a folder.An actual folder. Cardboard, with a rubber band around it."What is that.""Venues," he says.We spread it across the kitchen counter.He has been to four of them. In person. Alone. He has taken photographs on a phone he does not really know how to use and printed them at actual size, and written notes on the back of each one in handwriting that slants exactly the way mine does.Two of them are wrong in ways he already knows about and has annotated. Too big. Too formal. One is a hotel with