Even as Little by Francine Witte
your father would see the look in your face, the haunt that would stay there forever
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I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.
your father would see the look in your face, the haunt that would stay there forever
One minute, you’re getting a fistful of sunshine slamming you in the face, next minute, it’s softened to butter.
"Everything will go fine until Owen brings up the story of his name."
Someone has reserved the beach volleyball court at the park for the office party.
What did it mean to be someone who ironed her ten-year-old jeans?