The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

No speech ready. No cleared throat this time.

He looked out over the lawn where strings of white lights had been clipped along the hedges for the reception.

“When you were eight,” he said, “you fell out of that pecan tree in the yard. Remember?”

I did.

I’d broken my wrist trying to show off to a boy named Seth Pruitt who ended up eating paste in sixth continue reading …