At My Father’s Funeral My Sister Told Me to Stay Away From the Cabin I Inherited, So I Drove There Anyway

careful solemnity of people who had dressed up for someone else’s grief and were now looking for the polite moment to leave. Reheated casseroles sat on the dining room table. Someone had brought a bundt cake. The house smelled like the kind of food people bring when they don’t know what else to do.

I sat in the corner still in uniform. Not to make a continue reading …