One Sentence Across the Table

come from Rebecca when I was twenty-three.

I remember because Dad laughed.

I laughed too. That’s how these things stick. Somebody says something mean in a joking voice, and if you don’t want to be called sensitive, you smile and pass the potatoes.

For the record, I did go to college.

Two years at Purdue Northwest. Nights. Mechanical systems.

Then Dad had continue reading …