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

Not a nice laugh. The dry kind, the kind Dorothy did. Apparently it runs in the family. The real family.

“The thirty thousand,” I said.

“What about it?”

“They’re going to come back for more. Once the lawyers start calling. They’re going to remember they love me.” I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “Gayle’s going to bake something. She bakes when continue reading …