Bikers Were Painting My Dead Mother’s House Pink At 4AM And I Didn’t Know Any Of Them

in Seattle. Moved into the pink house. Started over.

The Monday crew still comes. Every Monday. Noon. I cook lunch. We eat at my mother’s table. Then they pretend they have things to fix even though the list is done.

They don’t need to fix anything. They just need somewhere to go on Mondays. And I need them here.

Eddie’s wife Maria brings the blue quilt continue reading …