They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

my first name from him. He used to call me Ray-Ray, because he couldn’t say Rachel and because I let him put cereal in my shoes. For months after I left, I used to hear that name in grocery stores, airports, chow halls. Ray-Ray.

Then he got older.

Then he stopped calling at all.

I couldn’t blame him. I did anyway, some nights.

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