GS-The turkey was still warm when he said it. I had not returned home…

reunion when I was twelve. I stood at the far edge of the group, partly hidden behind an aunt’s shoulder.

The porch light flickered as I stepped outside. Cold air moved across the driveway, carrying the smell of chimney smoke from the neighboring houses.

Behind the curtains, five people remained around the table where I had spent years trying to prove continue reading …