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

in it. Kids can feel when the floor gives way.

He looked at Michael. Then at me. Then at the tamales.

“The loud night,” he mumbled.

Michael grabbed his shoulder. Not hard enough to leave a mark. Hard enough for me to notice.

“Go wash your hands.”

“I did.”

“Do it again.”

Ben left.

Nobody spoke until the bathroom faucet turned on down the hall.

Then my mother,continue reading …