me.
“She looks like she’s about to sit up and tell us we’re wearing too much perfume,” I said.
Susan laughed, then covered her mouth like laughing was a sin.
“Emily, honey, come sit by me.”
Across the aisle, Uncle Robert was already working the room. He squeezed shoulders, kissed foreheads, told my cousin Megan she looked just like Nancy at that age. Everyone continue reading …
