My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

in my red scarf, smiling like an idiot.

I took the photo out.

For a second, I thought about tearing it. Dramatic. Clean.

Instead I folded it in half. Then in half again.

I put it in the junk drawer beside a dead battery and a takeout menu from a place that didn’t deliver to my new street.

Then I picked up Dad’s tape measure and walked to the living room continue reading …