I Refused to Give My Card to His Sister and Breakfast Turned Into Something I Didn’t Expect

me move between the dresser and the open suitcase on the bed.

“What are you doing,” he said. Not a question. More of an announcement that what he was observing should stop.

“I’m getting my things,” I said. “Like you suggested.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

I didn’t answer. I kept moving. There is a particular quality to packing when you are continue reading …