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

lesser watching their costume slip.

I looked at my brother and saw, all at once, the boy who used to sell my baseball cards for lunch money and the man who still thought image could save him.

“You should’ve asked me for help.”

His mouth twisted.

“Right. So you could hold it over me?”

I stared at him.

Then I said, very carefully, “I have never held anything continue reading …