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

to like it.”

Across the room, Patricia was untangling ribbon from Molly’s hair with more patience than I’d ever seen from her. Maybe stress sanded people down. Maybe shame did.

Or maybe Christmas morning makes even difficult people act human for a couple hours.

Michael said, “Did you really type just ‘Understood’ and nothing else?”

“Yes.”

He huffed a laugh.continue reading …