My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

you’ve gotten very…”

She searched for the word.

I helped. “Careful?”

“Tight.”

Tight.

I had eaten peanut butter on toast for dinner the night before the reunion because I didn’t want to break a twenty.

Tight.

I nodded. Once.

Mom reached for my sleeve. “I told her not to do anything stupid.”

“But you didn’t warn me.”

“She is my daughter.”

I pulled my arm away.

“So continue reading …