NOBODY FROM MY FAMILY CAME TO MY GRADUATION

My mother – Rhonda – sat down hard in the kitchen chair. She put both hands flat on the table like she was bracing for the table to move.

“Her name was Marian Pruitt,” she said. “She was your father’s first wife.”

The kitchen clock ticked. I counted four of them.

“She died when you were fourteen months old,” Rhonda went on, and her voice had gone very continue reading …