I Wrote A Check For My Son’s Wedding Until A Restaurant Call Exposed The Secret

the city lights coming up gold and orange outside my window, and found myself thinking, unexpectedly, of the dead lemon tree. I had left it behind in the old house, roots poisoned, leaves gone entirely brittle and yellow, and I wondered sometimes what had happened to it, whether anyone had bothered to dig it out or if it still stood in that corner continue reading …