Reading I wonder if the uncle thought no one could see him (no one seemed to notice), I wonder if he thought I would just let him do it (I didn’t say anything), I wonder if he thought I would take him up on some offer (the adult in me now yells angry insults, as if the one adult in the green-white-brown shadows of that room to stand up and protest, “What kind of asshole is this guy!?”). 31 December 201024 December 2022 joannemerriam Read “Still Life with Nixon on the Beach” by Elissa Field. Read More