She Was Sitting In My Front-Row Seat Holding My Novel — Smiling Like She Had Stolen My Life

for the window seat where Anna lost her first tooth.

Ten dollars for the kitchen wall with pencil marks showing every summer of my height until I was sixteen.

Ten dollars for a woman’s inheritance when a man believed she would not notice.

Margot poured water into a glass and pushed it toward me.

I lifted it with both hands.

The rim clicked against my teeth.continue reading …