My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

Family Holdings.

DMB.

Denise Marie Bell.

I stared at the letters until they stopped looking like letters.

“That one’s yours,” I said.

Denise looked up. Her eyes were wet, but her mouth was hard. That was the part that did it. Not the tears. The mouth.

“I was going to pay you back.”

“With what?”

She glanced at the shopping bags.

With what.

The glossy bags sat continue reading …