I Let My Family Throw Me Out in Hawaii

Pierce, who never answered fast enough for anyone and chose that exact afternoon to continue the habit.

My mother moved closer to me, lowering her voice.

“Charlotte, whatever game you’re playing, stop now.”

“Not a game.”

“Then explain it.”

“No.”

I should tell you: that “no” gave me more pleasure than it should have.

Years of polite swallowing. Years of being continue reading …