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

in first grade. She has a cat named Biscuit and she’s been working on a unicorn drawing for two days. You would like her.”

Marcus looked at my mother with an expression that was not yet anger but was becoming it, the slow warming of a man who is understanding that the world he has been given is not the complete world.

I gathered the copies I was keeping continue reading …