My Dad Said I Could Not Afford The Ski Resort Until The Manager Called Me Miss Thompson

she said, crossing the lobby to air-kiss somewhere near my cheek, careful of her lipstick. “I told Mom you’d probably cancel. You know, with your schedule.”

“Surprise,” I said.

My schedule, as Vanessa understood it, consisted of two mornings a week teaching art to elementary school children and the vague remainder of some existence that did not resolve continue reading …