My Sister Said I Didn’t Count and Seated Me by the Trash at Her Wedding So I Left a Small Silver Gift on the Present Table

Vermont evening, the lake behind it catching light and turning it into something moving and unstable, like the reflection of a thing that will not stay still long enough to be properly seen.

I was thinking about leaving. I should have left. That had always been the plan, the quiet exit, no confrontation, no dramatic farewell. Set it down and go. Let continue reading …