The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been pick…

her into my clean adult apartment with nothing there that belonged to childhood.

The cashier smiled at us.

“She’s beautiful,” she said. “Looks just like you. A little mini-me.”

I nodded because I no longer trusted my mouth to produce anything other than panic.

Then I drove home and opened the door to my quiet, orderly apartment—the white walls, gray furniture,continue reading …