AT MY SISTER’S WEDDING, SHE SMIRKED AND SAID, “GO FIND ANOTHER TABLE, ADOPTED GIRL”

strangers with the same chin, while the candles up front guttered and the radiator ticked.

“What do I do now,” I finally said. Not to her, really. To the ceiling. To my grandfather, dead since I was negative-two years old, who left me a door nobody wanted me to find.

“Whatever you want,” Margaret said. “For the first time in your life. Whatever you want.continue reading …