The Reading
January 8, 2011 in death
We try to sit in the back but a cousin, older than me and therefore with more rank and power, waves us forward to the third row, directly across the aisle from my mom and the Aunts. My sister Monk, Mr. Harriet, and I slowly move forward and obediently sit where we are told to sit. “Your mom has been looking for you,” my cousin nods in the direction of the matriarchs. Read the rest of this entry →
