They Gave My Sister A New Apartment And Me A Ruined House — Then Tried To Take It Back

said, to no one in particular, “we should all go home.”

People moved — coats, keys, murmured apologies or awkward silences. Nobody looked at Gerald directly as they left. Several of them looked at me, brief uncertain glances, then away.

I stood in the corner of my living room, my grandmother’s hand in mine, and said nothing at all.

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