I was a boy when my father's business fell.
The house did not rebuild. The house prayed. Then it fasted. Then it went looking in places we do not talk about, because the prayers were taking too long.
He is an old man now. He never started again.
Nobody sat me down and taught me anything. I watched. And what I took, without knowing I was taking it, was this: when a thing falls, you wait. For God. For luck. For a door. For somebody.

