MY PARENTS INVITED ME TO A FANCY FAMILY DINNER

with my hands steady for the first time since the ballroom.

They Came to the Door

Tuesday night, both cars in my driveway. Mom and Dad in one, Terrence in the other. Denise on speakerphone, I’d find out, narrating from her couch.

My father came in like the man from the dais. Politician smile. “Amber. Sweetheart. We need to talk about Saturday. Things continue reading …