MY SISTER ANNOUNCED SHE WAS PREGNANT

to do something different, and she had wanted to tell you about me right then.

She didn’t tell you. She told me she was a coward. I told her she was a woman who had been seventeen in 1962 in South Carolina, and that was not the same thing.

I put the letter down on the tile.

I remember that porch. I remember Grandma Rose in a yellow cotton dress, drinking continue reading …