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

I happened to like her. Brittany was in San Diego. My other cousins Marcus and Drew were in Boston and Atlanta. My parents lived forty minutes from Grandma, but somehow that forty minutes was always too far.

“She’s fine,” my mother would say whenever I mentioned visiting. “I called her Tuesday.”

My mother called everyone. It was her substitute for seeing continue reading …