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

as belonging, or its possibility. Alina and I have coffee occasionally, still at the same café near Copley Square, still with the rain running down the glass sometimes, and we do not talk about that afternoon much anymore because there is no longer anything to resolve about it.

My mother calls sometimes, less frequently now, the conversations shorter continue reading …