My High School Girlfriend Showed Up at My House 48 Years After Our Last Meeting, Holding an Old Red Box
I was sinking into my favorite armchair, the one that had grown to fit my form over the years, half-watching a rerun of an old sitcom. The laugh track played, but I barely heard it. My life had always been quiet—quiet mornings, quiet meals, quiet nights. It suited me, or at least, that’s what I … Read more