My Parents Called Me Useless In Court Until The Judge Asked If They Knew Who I Really Was

silhouette of a thing at rest between seasons. My father mentioned that the side fence had started to lean, and I said I had noticed. My mother said she still had some of Grandma Ruth’s recipe cards if I wanted them. I said I did.

Before they left, my father turned back at the porch steps.

“We’ll come by next Sunday,” he said. “If that suits you.”

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