Brunch

Originally published in Jellyfish Review

Who will I be now that you know her?

After the complex agony of dusting bookshelves, baking quiche Lorraine, changing tops twice (who is she kidding? four times), uncorking the Sauvignon Blanc, downing a glass, feeling embarrassed about drinking in advance so brushing teeth again, and, hearing the car pull up, putting an uncorked bottle on the counter, Ellen Arendonk is not up to the task of sitting through the brunch that called for all these preparations. But knock-of-ring-against-glass, there she is. Her mother.

What do you mean you have her hands?

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