I Arrived At My Sister’s Wedding And She Tried To Hide Me

asked where you are.”

I laughed then. Couldn’t help it. It came out ugly.

“Did he.”

“He did.”

I looked at the sailboat print. Cheap frame. Dust in the corner under the glass.

“That man watched me burn twice,” I said.

Margaret didn’t answer right away.

Then she said, “Yes.”

That was all she gave me. No softening. No fixing words. Just yes.

I appreciated that continue reading …