My Sister Arrived At My Wedding Wearing A White Bridal Gown

smelled faintly of peppermint gum and printer ink.

She called me on a Tuesday at 4:17 while I was standing in the cereal aisle at Martin’s Market, holding a box of bran flakes I didn’t even want.

“Clara,” she said, “I don’t usually do family surveillance.”

I laughed once. “That sounds promising.”

“Your sister has been to Bellafont, White Room, and Renwick continue reading …