My Sister Moved Strangers Into My House

Lauren started crying then. Real tears? Fake tears? Some family tears are mixed at the factory; you can’t separate them after.

“You’ve always hated me,” she said.

“No. I paid your electric bill last January.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It meant heat.”

She wiped her nose with the sleeve of my cardigan.

That, for some reason, broke the last soft thing continue reading …