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

a reflex. It is a sweet little spot.

Her voice had the texture of a compliment stretched over a dismissal. Wanda enjoys it there. She patted my arm.

The way you pat a child who drew a picture you are going to throw away as soon as they leave the room. Nadine was across the room refilling her wine. But I saw her pause.

She had heard the name Bellamy’s.continue reading …