MY SISTER ANNOUNCED SHE WAS PREGNANT

at me like he knew me. I waved back.

I thought about Grandma Rose at seventeen.

I tried to picture her. I couldn’t. The only Rose I had ever known was a woman in her seventies with white hair pinned up and reading glasses on a chain around her neck. I could not summon a teenager. I could not summon a girl with a swollen belly being driven to Columbia continue reading …