My Housekeeper Heard Singing Behind My Guest Room Wall

chalkboard where I’d written DON’T FORGET CAMP MEDS before we’d left that morning.

Daniel’s loafers kicked half under the bench.

Normal is disgusting, once it breaks.

The guest room sat at the end of the upstairs hall. Pale yellow walls. White quilt. Blue lamp from Target. I’d decorated it for visitors and then, if I’m honest, barely thought about it continue reading …