My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

on the sides and cables snaking over the lawn like roots.

I almost kept driving.

Instead I pulled into the driveway because avoiding my own house felt too much like surrender and I was tired of surrender wearing nice manners.

Mom came out before I’d even killed the engine.

Her lipstick was on. Hair done. Blouse I only ever saw when church people or salesmen continue reading …