My Family Had Me Thrown Out of My Own House

old brass telescope, the one that belonged in the upstairs reading room, sitting by the front window downstairs like somebody had been staging the place.

I let myself in.

The house smelled like old roses and burned candle wax.

“Hello?”

Nothing.

Then a toilet flushed upstairs.

I set my bag down by the entry table and waited.

Dennis came down first in socks.continue reading …