She Took Me to the Hallway to Explain My “Place”

the side wall, gave me the smallest shrug. So that had been happening while the rest of us were choking on family politics.

I looked toward the head table.

Eleanor’s face didn’t change. That’s the thing about women who’ve spent forty years training every expression. The damage shows up elsewhere.

In the neck.

In the hands.

In the half-second too long before continue reading …