The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
“You’re sure?”
“I never told her I’d had them.”
I looked out at the city and worked through it.
My mother knew Kelsey was back.
My mother knew, six years ago, that Kelsey was pregnant.
My mother had somehow come into possession of a forged letter on my own stationery.
And there were still far too many holes.
Who wrote it?
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