The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

my palm against the seam of my trousers to keep from fidgeting in front of a hundred people.

Naomi looked at me.

I nodded.

So the two of them came up together.

My daughter on my right. My mother on my left.

Naomi pinned one side with steady fingers. She’d practiced on a dish towel at home and laughed at herself the whole time. My mother fumbled the clasp continue reading …