Parents didn’t invite me to thanksgiving. mom said…

pulled him away. That’s private. They escaped into the ballroom, found their table, number fourteen, mid-back section. They sat, looked around. My mother saw me at table one, front row, talking to Bryson. She’s here, she whispered. She’s already here.

Dinner was served. Three courses. At table fourteen, a woman leaned over. Friendly, fifties, nonprofit continue reading …