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

the phone back.

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” I said, and my voice came out flat and old.

Thomas slipped the phone away.

“Maybe not.”

He didn’t tell me I had to forgive anybody.

Didn’t tell me family was messy.

Didn’t ask me to think about my mother’s position.

God.

People love doing that to women. They watch someone gut you and then ask if you’ve considered continue reading …