I Raised My Brother’s Daughters For Fifteen Years Until He Gave Me A Sealed Envelope

enormous irreversibility of time, and also something that was not those things, something that was present-tense and alive.

“Tea would be good,” he said. “Thank you.”

Dora disappeared back inside. The door swung behind her. Through the window, I could see the kitchen light, my girls moving around in it, the ordinary miracle of them.

Edwin was quiet beside continue reading …