He stood beneath it for a long time before he spoke.
“Shirley is staying with her sister tonight,” he said. “I told her not to come back until I speak with an attorney.”
I let them see me.
He looked at me carefully.
“Can we start over?”
I looked at Mom’s picture, then at him.
“No,” I said. “But we can start from the truth.”
Crafts
Before bed, I touched the tiny blue K inside the dress.
Shirley came to prom to make me feel like a copy.
Instead, 200 people saw exactly whose daughter I was.
“We can start from the truth.”
