I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

when things get good, I do too.

Last fall, Ethan started his second year in engineering.

He called me from campus after failing a physics quiz and said, “Tell dead Walter this is his fault.”

I laughed so hard I had to pull over.

On Sundays, I still catch myself thinking I need to leave by noon.

Need to pick up peach pie.

Need to drive across town to the continue reading …