My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

by hand after planting because I didn’t trust the irrigation guy.

“You’ll be alone in it,” she said.

There it was. The curse she’d been saving.

I waited for it to hit harder.

It didn’t.

Maybe because my house was full of deputies and broken drawers and grease, so loneliness sounded kind of restful.

Mom grabbed my wrist.

Her fingers were cold and damp.

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