ADVERTISEMENT
Mom. I hope you’re well too.
I did not add more.
It was enough.
That evening, I did not go to Naperville.
I hosted Thanksgiving in my apartment.
Not a performance.
A dinner.
Elena came and complained about my knives.
Daniel brought wine and a spreadsheet joke no one appreciated.
Rebecca brought pie from a bakery she claimed was legally superior.
Tasha came continue reading …
ADVERTISEMENT
