Fiction
This is a good chance to test out her teacher’s concerns. I watch her closely for signs of not hearing, or misunderstanding, as I launch into storyteller mode
Family Tempo
She looks old. My Heddie, my baby. The joke curdles. Hip hip, whatever, hip hip hooray. We’re all aging here in this old house
Family Tempo
Wasn’t that just her point all along? To cater to those who never succeeded before?
Family Tempo
My poor brand-new husband, indoctrinated to never, ever, dare forget a woman’s birthday, was in for a mean learning curve
Family Tempo
I want to leave. Leave the store and the girl and her round green eyes and the questions splayed across her forehead
Family Tempo
It comes to him there in the chilly dressing room, kicks him in the gut — what happened before he left, hours ago, a concert ago