My Sister Called Me a Leech at Thanksgiving Until a Colonel Stood Up and Changed the Room

than I remembered. “It’s not your fault,” I said.

“I raised both of you,” she said into my shoulder. “I should have taught her better.”

I did not have an answer for that.

I drove home at 8:30 with the roads empty and the heater rattling and the dent in the passenger door catching the streetlight at every turn. In the parking lot of my apartment complex continue reading …