I Left My Family’s House Bare Before My Sister Could Steal It

Not California.

Akron.

I laughed so hard noodles went down the wrong pipe.

It wasn’t even mean laughter. Well. Not only mean.

Just the sort of laugh that comes when a person has spent years believing the myth and then sees the cheap plywood behind the painted wall.

A month after that, I drove past the old house once.

Not on purpose. I was taking Clifton continue reading …