I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

a brother. That was the day I understood the family who sent her had not bothered to ask about her life. I did.”

Nobody said anything.

Linda’s mouth had gone thin.

I remembered that day. Walter in his recliner, baseball game low on the radio, asking out of nowhere, “How’s your brother doing?” And me almost dropping my coffee.

I’d asked him how he knew.continue reading …