At A Restaurant Dinner, My Family Asked Me To Sign Something I Was Not Expecting

when I arrived, which I noticed and filed away. Arriving before me gave them time to arrange themselves, to settle into their positions, to have the conversation about how the evening would go before I was present to complicate it. My mother was in a silk blouse I hadn’t seen before, a deep blue-green, and she’d had her hair done. My father was wearing continue reading …