One Sentence Across the Table

at the fireplace across the room as if the frame might crawl back there by itself.

Rebecca said, “I didn’t want it to seem like I was using you.”

I barked a laugh at that. Couldn’t help it.

“You weren’t using me. You were hiding me.”

Dessert Sat In The Kitchen Getting Cold

Nobody wanted pie after that, but the pies existed. Pumpkin. Apple. Pecan. My mother continue reading …