My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

dust and paint.

Empty rooms make every sound rude. My shoes clicked too loud. The box scraped the wall. Somewhere in the pipes, water knocked once and quit.

I set the box on the kitchen counter.

Inside were two mugs, a roll of paper towels, my dad’s old tape measure, and the folder.

The folder was bent at the corners now. Coffee stain on one edge from continue reading …