I Was Uninvited From Christmas by the Man Living in My House

sleeping in pieces.

He saw me at the kitchen table and stopped.

That tiny hitch in his walk told me one thing right away.

He hadn’t expected me to be there.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

My mother, God bless her, acted as if she were seating diplomats before a ceasefire.

“Michael, your brother just got here.”

“Yeah. I can see that.”

He set the wine on the counter.continue reading …