I Put One Envelope Beside the Father of the Bride

grind my heel into anyone’s throat. I came because I would not be made small in a room my sacrifices had helped my son enter. Once the truth was out, I was done.

Outside, the evening had cooled.

The hills were turning brown-gold under the last of the light, and beyond the terrace the vines ran in ruler-straight lines until they blurred together. Somewhere continue reading …