Wasps
“I’ve got the ennuis,” he says rummaging through my utensil drawer, his words slowing like cold molasses. He finds the vegetable peeler, eyeballs the blade for dried up bits of carrot. “I do wash my dishes,” I tell him. “And you don’t strip the skin off dried figs. That’s just dumb.” Two years ago, my brother started showing up on… Read more →