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

host stand where a young woman smiled at me out of professional habit, and out through the heavy front door into the cool evening air of Crestwood, where the street smelled like recent rain and the hardware store’s sign on Elm was visible from the corner.

I sat in my car for a few minutes before I started it. I sat with my hands in my lap and let my continue reading …