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

little sister, Molly, both carrying tins of cookies my mother had almost certainly told Patricia to bring so nobody showed up empty-handed.

Patricia looked smaller in my doorway than she ever had in her own house.

Michael wouldn’t meet my eyes at first.

The kids came in like kids do, curious about the view, already asking if they could see the balcony.continue reading …