My Sister Moved Strangers Into My House

stayed until the end.

Of course she did.

When the last car pulled away, the street looked too bright. My lawn had dents in it from boxes. There was a barbecue smear on my porch rail.

Mom stood beside the steps.

“Are you really going to make us leave like this?”

I looked at her car parked at the curb.

“You have a house.”

“Your sister doesn’t.”

“Then she can continue reading …