My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

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June.

Dad’s head shifted slightly at that.

That was the month he mailed back the birthday card I’d sent him for his sixty-second. Unopened. Return to sender in thick blue ink that wasn’t even his handwriting. He’d made his assistant do it.

Funny what months can hold.

Why I Left The First Time

On the walk inside, I didn’t offer anybody comfort.

Why would continue reading …