I knew that if the girls told Mrs. Wooten, that day's playground monitor, it had to be true.
I ran home ducking my head, waiting for the sky to fall.
Would my mother's best friend have killed herself if it had happened a day earlier?
In the Midwest, we liked how he talked: his vigah.
My mother almost crashed into another car when her hands flew off the steering wheel at hearing the news. The other driver gave her a dirty look but at some point that day understood. I imagine it was part of that woman's story of the day for the rest of her life. It's part of Annie's story, now. How often we are bit players.
I ran home ducking my head, waiting for the sky to fall.
Would my mother's best friend have killed herself if it had happened a day earlier?
In the Midwest, we liked how he talked: his vigah.
My mother almost crashed into another car when her hands flew off the steering wheel at hearing the news. The other driver gave her a dirty look but at some point that day understood. I imagine it was part of that woman's story of the day for the rest of her life. It's part of Annie's story, now. How often we are bit players.