My Family Toasted

No marble. No grand staircase. No copper pans displayed like trophies.

“Nice,” he said, as if approving it cost him money.

“Tea?”

“No.”

I made some anyway.

He stood by the window.

For a while, neither of us spoke.

Finally, he said, “Your mother is devastated.”

“I’m sure.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“What would you like me to say?”

“That you care.”

“I do care.continue reading …