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

evening, I drove to The Magnolia with a manila envelope on the passenger seat beside me and my hands at ten and two on the steering wheel, the way my father had taught me when I was sixteen and learning to drive in an empty church parking lot on Sunday mornings. He’d been patient then. He’d been a lot of things then.

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