At My Grandmother’s Will Reading I Got a Rusty Key While Everyone Else Took Everything Else

records, photocopies of checks, and copies of loan applications with fabricated figures, invented debts, manufactured emergencies. My parents had forged their own disaster.

I sat there a long time.

I thought about the house where I grew up. The private schools. The car on my sixteenth birthday. All of it built on money stolen from Uncle Richard, paid continue reading …