I Said “Okay” And Packed Before They Knew What I’d Sent

my tote bag, pulled out a copy, and slid it across the island the same way Dad had slid me the deferment form.

Her eyes moved.

Then stopped.

“What is this?”

“You tell me.”

Dad lunged for it.

Too slow.

Mom got there first.

She read the date. She read the school name. She read the line with my Social Security number half-blacked out in Dad’s own scanner settings.continue reading …