My Family Charged Maui To My Card While I Slept

vegetable drawer. Same magnet from Yellowstone, same school picture of Eric at twelve, none of mine after high school because I stopped giving them copies.

Dad leaned forward. “You think you’re smart.”

“No,” I said. “I think you’re loud.”

His chair scraped back so hard it bumped the wall.

Mom said, “Ray.”

One word. Leash.

He stopped.

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