My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

my arm. “Do you want me to stay tonight?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“No. But I want to be alone more than I’m scared.”

She accepted that. Good sisters know when to stop petting the bruise.

Before she left, she put the oranges in a blue bowl on my counter.

“They were on sale,” she said.

“Of course they were.”

We both smiled.

A small, tired thing.

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