The Fracture and the Bread
My voice shook, and I hated that it shook.
“Zane.
It’s a bad fracture.”
He laughed, a short dry sound.
“It’s the reception after my father’s funeral.
The house is full of relatives and my mother hasn’t eaten.
My voice shook, and I hated that it shook.
“Zane.
It’s a bad fracture.”
He laughed, a short dry sound.
“It’s the reception after my father’s funeral.
The house is full of relatives and my mother hasn’t eaten.