My Father Said I Was An Accident At A Family Barbecue Until I Responded

problem.

Rex saw me hold that pen and I watched the flicker of victory arrive in his eyes.

“Don’t embarrass me, Myra,” he said, quieter now, leaning in with the voice he had always used with my mother when she hesitated. Gentle on the surface, the way cold water is gentle.

I held the pen for five full seconds.

Then I put it down.

“No.”

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