Defense was my specialty
I had returned to Colorado from studying abroad in Italy for my sister’s wedding. I used a settlement from a car crash to pay for the five-week summer art history program. My dad said I was too fancy and thought I was more important than I was. I had just finished my freshman year of college. I felt independent, strong, worldly. At my sister’s wedding reception, I introduced my boyfriend to my relatives. Uncle Bob rarely left Kansas. He wore his standard denim overalls.
“This is my boyfriend Jason,” I said.
Uncle Bob ignored Jason’s outstretched hand. He looked me…
