Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

drawn with a ruler and a red pen at the kitchen table, was nowhere visible.

I told myself there was a reasonable explanation.

Emma pulled at my sleeve and asked if it was time for presents yet, and her voice had just enough of a tremble in it that I heard it even over the jazz.

I sent her to show her cousins a dance routine, and she brightened immediately,continue reading …