He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

who still wrote checks at Kohl’s.

She asked if she could come in.

I said yes.

Marcus was upstairs. I could hear drawers opening and shutting. Loudly. The soundtrack of a man trying to make packing a shirt sound like a legal argument.

Doris set the box on the dining room table and took off her cardigan even though she wasn’t staying long.

“I brought some continue reading …