The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

moved carefully, like one bad step might break the floor. My father came after, slower. He passed me close enough for me to catch his aftershave. Same brand. Cedar and something sharp. Sunday mornings all over again.

He stopped beside me.

“Did you know they sent us that invitation?”

I said, “No.”

That part was true.

“What did it say?”

Naomi answered from continue reading …