My Parents Arrived With Suitcases Like My Apartment Was Already Theirs

left for a mother-daughter spa day I’d found out about when I saw the gift bags on the counter.

“Just us girls,” Mom had said, as if I were the pool boy.

I was always the child they translated into convenience.

Not fun enough to invite.

Reliable enough to invoice emotionally forever.

The End Of The Lobby Scene

Curtis gave them a deadline. Ten minutes to continue reading …