I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

before I could knock twice.

He looked at me, then at my car, then back at me.

“Hungry?”

That was it.

No lecture.

No “what happened now.”

Caroline heated leftover stew while I sat at their kitchen table in an old William & Mary sweatshirt she’d tossed me because mine was wet from rain. Their kitchen had yellow cabinets and a dent in the freezer door from,continue reading …