She Made Fun of My Limp at the Table and Refused to Tip but Minutes Later My Manager Took Over

at the kitchen table with the drawing in my hands and the kitchen light on and the house quiet around me and I thought about Belinda, who had looked at the way I moved through a room and seen something ugly, something worth mocking, something that diminished the value of my presence. I thought about the note, the small neat letters that had said eyesore continue reading …