They Laughed When Soda Was Dumped in My Lap. That Night, I Removed My Name From the Loan

the sidewalk outside, close together but not touching, their faces carrying the uncertain expression of people who had arrived somewhere without a plan. My father’s hands were in his pockets. My mother clutched her purse strap the way she did when she was nervous. They stood there for nearly ten minutes, watching customers come and go, and I watched continue reading …