I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

only I could touch. I changed banks too. New branch. New cards. New passwords that didn’t include anybody’s birthday.

Mom didn’t speak to me for nineteen days.

Eric broke that streak by showing up at my apartment on a Sunday afternoon carrying a grocery-store pie like a man in a bad sitcom. Peach. I hate peach.

Noah was at a classmate’s birthday party.continue reading …