Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two
No hotel logo.
No return address.
I opened it at the elevator.
Inside was a copy of a returned envelope, postmarked June 14, twelve years ago.
My handwriting was on the front.
Clare’s address.
The word refused was stamped in red ink.
I knew the loop of that red ink.
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