1 day before my sister’s wedding, she texted: “You’re out of my wedding—only real family belongs here.” I replied: “Good. Real family can pay for the venue themselves.”

on my phone like a door I may choose to open one day.

Not today.

Not tomorrow.

Maybe someday.

Ruth and I still eat pie on Saturdays.

Last week, she beat me at Scrabble by forty-two points and told me I was slipping.

I accused her of cheating.

She told me to prove it.

I couldn’t.

I don’t know how this story ends.

I don’t know whether Jessica and I will eventually find our way back to each other.

I don’t know whether Diane will ever truly understand.

But I