MY PARENTS INVITED ME TO A FANCY FAMILY DINNER

a piece of paper that required my hand, and he had been so sure of me, so certain I’d swallow the kids’ table the way I’d swallowed everything else, that he didn’t even bother to tell me.

He thought I’d sit there coloring a turkey while they passed me a pen.

Sunday Morning, Black Coffee

Janet’s office was in one of those low brick buildings off Route continue reading …