They Threw Me Out on Graduation Night and Did Not Expect to See Me Again

ways to be the sympathetic figure in a story that has stopped cooperating. Sometimes I imagine her sitting in a chair across from a therapist, beginning somewhere near the beginning, telling the truth for the first time.

I don’t know which is real. I may never know.

What I do know is that if she arrived one day at my door, I would think very carefully continue reading …