Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

cupboard, holding a green glass water pitcher. He poured water into my three thumbprint glasses, his hand slightly unsteady so that the ice clinked sharply against the rims. He did not look at me, focusing instead on the rising water line in each glass.

“We need to clear the air, Mother,” Julian said.

I smoothed my linen napkin over my lap, choosing continue reading …