My Brother Said One Sentence in the Bank Lobby

home carrying broken glass inside their shirts.

“Did she buy the balloon?” Lucy asked.

My mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

Then the doorbell rang.

Mrs. Kowalski had already gone, so I got up, grateful for the escape and hating myself for being grateful.

On the porch stood Mr. Alvarez from across the street. Retired mechanic. Always wore a brown cap. I had continue reading …