Every step took more energy than he had ever realized before. Grief is that way: it creates a temporary laziness that cannot be explained or immediately defeated. Luke closed the bathroom door behind him and exhaled as he listened for the comforting click of the lock. Whew. He just couldn’t deal with his dad yet. He needed a few minutes to decompress. Why was I wearing my All Stars, he thought. And what were all those voices? And a table saw? Who builds next to a grave?