My Parents Told Us To Get Lost In The Snow Until My Phone Started Ringing

and thirsty the way small children are thirsty in the night, completely and immediately, a need that admits no deferral. I poured her a small glass of orange juice because juice was what was in reach, and her hands were clumsy with sleep, and the cup slipped.

The juice hit the Persian silk rug that my mother kept in the kitchen entryway, the rug that continue reading …