My Daughter Went to the Father Daughter Dance Alone Until a Dozen Marines Walked In

since September, penciled in by Keith in his particular block handwriting, a small star drawn beside it the way he marked things he was looking forward to.

He had promised her. That is the word he used, promised, not just said or planned but promised, with the specific gravity he gave to that word, which was considerable. He had told her in the kitchen continue reading …