My Sister Signed Papers Before I Was Dead

crackers.

She walked into my room, looked at my face, and said, “You look like hell warmed over.”

I started crying.

Not pretty crying. One eye leaked more than the other because of the nerve damage. My nose ran. My chest hurt. Aunt Joyce put the crackers down and climbed onto the edge of the bed like I was eight years old and feverish.

She smelled like continue reading …