Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

from my aunt’s potato salad.

How A Backyard Becomes A Perimeter

I didn’t ask permission.

I started assigning people.

“Everybody inside. Now.”

There are tones people argue with and tones they don’t. I used the second one.

The chatter snapped off.

“Kids first,” I said. “No windows facing the driveway. Leave the patio door unlocked. Donna, where’s the basement continue reading …