The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

Mrs. Beck. The laundry lady’s friend from church. So that thread had a knot after all.

My father looked between us.

“You went behind my back.”

My mother gave him a look so dry it could’ve salted roads.

“That was one of the few pleasures available to me back then.”

Naomi looked down at her water glass. I could tell she was trying not to grin.

My father sat continue reading …