The Wire That Stopped at My Kitchen Table
At 6:10 I was back at my parents’ house, tired enough to doubt myself, which is its own kind of danger.
Martha was setting plates on the counter; Vernon sat at the table cleaning his glasses with the corner of his shirt.
“You look tired,” my mother said.
“I may have overreacted.”
Vernon put his glasses back on.
“About Monique?”
I nodded.
Martha folded a napkin corner between her fingers.
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