No, this isn’t anxiety—anxiety is defined by uncertainty. But she is certain.
In daylight, your scars vary in color, from brownish to pale pink to white.
I leaned down and kissed her hand, and I didn’t care if people looked. She was my mother, after all.
It’s funny what a sentence in a book can do. It sticks in your head. Lies seems to stick even harder than the truth.
What I did remember was a sketch the police found of a boy screaming—that it was supposed to have looked like an actual boy. If not Teddy Ehrlich, then someone real.
If men stare at him while he pees, it’s because they’re checking his credentials.
Yet drafts come in many forms. Winds blow from many directions.
She talks about these fish like they’re men who cheated on their wives.
Housework is a marriage like any other, your mother told you once.
But most likely it was a combination of these events that explains what happened on the last Sunday of summer.