My parents told everyone I was a waitress, for nin…

meant for my eyes.

Subject line FWD. Thanksgiving planning. She had meant to send it to her husband Dave.

Instead, she sent it to me. Alphabetical contacts. Walsh.

Dave. Walsh. Wanda.

I opened it at my desk. Parsley was asleep on the printer. The deed on the wall, the apron beside it, the chain was between three people.

My mother, Nadine, Aunt Lorraine,continue reading …