My Mother-in-Law Pointed at My Baby and Screamed

a TV playing a cooking show with no sound. I sat beside him eating vending machine pretzels because the cafeteria was closed and I had become a raccoon.

He took out Peter’s photo.

“He looks like Ethan,” he said.

I looked.

He did.

Same crease between the brows. Same little pouty lower lip, like he was offended by air.

Michael touched the edge of the Polaroid.continue reading …