MY SISTER ANNOUNCED SHE WAS PREGNANT

Grandma Rose never trusted glue. My name was on the front in her round, careful handwriting. The handwriting I had seen on birthday cards every year for thirty-six years.

“I’ll let you read it alone,” Margaret said, and started to get up.

“No,” I said. “Stay.”

She sat back down.

What Grandma Rose Said

The letter was four pages, written on the back of stationery continue reading …