MY SISTER GOT $100,000 FOR A MONACO TRIP

meaning to.

June 9th. Eleven days out.

The date that nearly killed her. The date she’d spent forty-one years unable to look at on a cake.

I thought about the bus. The hummed song I never identified. The shrimp platter, which is, I swear to you, the thing I think about most – not the check, not the garage, the shrimp platter and my mother’s hands moving continue reading …