The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
They were not remotely the same person.
With every detail, something in my chest pulled tighter.
Afterward there was ice cream.
Kelsey tried to refuse a bowl and I handed her one anyway.
“You always took plain vanilla,” I said.
Her spoon stopped in the air.
“You remember that.”
“I remember all of it.” It came out lower than I meant it to.