I Refused To Babysit My Sister’s Twins And Slipped Away At The Airport Until My Phone Was Flooded With Messages

summoning a theatrical patience. “Tara, don’t do this here.”

That phrase did something specific. Don’t do this here. As though stating a fact in a terminal constituted a scene, as though my reality was the problem and not hers.

“Do what?” I said. “State what’s happening?”

Nate came back, took one look at us, and did what Nate did in these situations,continue reading …