At Easter Brunch My Brother Demanded The Beach House Until I Called My Lawyer And Changed Everything

just because it was beautiful and it was mine.

“Thank you,” I said to nobody, which is to say I said it to her.

Then I got out of the car and went inside and began the ordinary business of a Sunday evening: leftovers, a book, the gradual loosening of a day that had required more than most.

Outside, the light went the slow gold of late April, and the city continue reading …