My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

tiny pastries nobody ever actually finishes. I was suddenly aware I still owned exactly one blazer and it came from a thrift store in Deerfield with the original dry-cleaning tag half torn off inside the pocket.

He waited until coffee was poured.

Then he said, “How bad was it when you got home?”

Straight to it.

I looked at Carla. Then at him.

“Pretty bad.continue reading …