He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

he could’ve said.

“I didn’t abandon you. I was here.”

Yes.

He was.

That’s what made it so ugly.

His Mother Came With a Box

The next turn came from a person I hadn’t expected.

Sunday afternoon, Marcus’s mother showed up carrying an old copier-paper box against her hip. Doris. Sixty-eight. Church every week. Lipstick even to the grocery store. The kind of woman continue reading …