I’m kidding, really, but I have to uphold the old New York-New Jersey beef. I might be the only person left to do it. It sure seems that way—the streets are quiet in this stretch of 1940’s suburban homes. A few standalone businesses dot what was probably once the main thoroughfare, now supplanted...
Dan says. The words are serious, but the creases by his mouth aren’t. He tosses his backpack into a pickup. “Nelly’s here,” I say. The creases disappear. “Right. Got it.” “That’s not what I meant. He’s staying with me, and I ...
Like we all got perfume and boxes of candy and she got nothing,” Penny says. She looks up from where she’s cutting pieces out of my mom’s leather coat on the back deck and makes a face. “Your sister…” I leave the rest unsaid. “I know, I know. I’ve tried to talk to her. She’s being so obstinate. M...
This is it—my final outfit. And the most uncomfortable of the bunch. Nelly smirks when I walk outside. “Why are you walking like that?” “Like what?” “Like you have something up your butt.” “Well, you w...