The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

but in that dry furious way she had, dabbing under her eyes as if tears were a cosmetic inconvenience.

“This was supposed to be her night.”

Abigail turned at that.

“No,” she said.

My mother froze.

My sister took a breath. Another. Her voice came out lower than usual, stripped down.

“This was supposed to be your night.”

That hit harder than anything I’d said.continue reading …