My Uncle Borrowed Money And Disappeared Repeatedly Until He Needed My Help And I Gave One Final Answer

was quiet in the way that houses are quiet when you’ve worked to make them feel like a home rather than a temporary shelter. I had framed photographs on the wall, including one of my dad from before I was born, twenty-something and laughing at something outside the frame. I looked at it for a while.

My dad would have gotten typed without being asked.continue reading …