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

edges. He hated mud.

“My point?”

“This circus. The lawyer. Seth. The gossip. Your mother can’t show her face at the club.”

I adjusted Caleb’s hat. He’d worked one hand loose and was batting at the air.

My father watched me do that and didn’t ask to hold him.

“You forged papers,” I said.

He made an impatient face.

“Your grandmother knew what she wanted.”

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