My Dad Told Me To Pack My Things And Beg On The Streets On Thanksgiving Night

had gone past anger into something colder, the register of a man who has convinced himself that what he is saying is both true and necessary. “Go beg on the streets.”

Mom’s eyes found the linoleum. Sarah looked at her hands. Mark made a sound that was supposed to be a laugh and mostly succeeded. The kids had gone very still in the way of children who continue reading …