I was 27, unmarried, and living above the hardware store where I swept floors and cut keys. I had exactly $312 in my checking account and a futon that didn’t fold all the way out.
One of the triplets made a sound, a soft, wet hiccup, as if she were trying to be polite.
My brother had lasted less than two weeks.
I knelt on the porch boards. Two little continue reading …
