“stories”
What stories did we tell? How about the one where I pushed Jess down the stairs (untrue)? Or the one about her breaking my nose with a jump rope? Or we could’ve told the one about Dad getting a nail in his foot at the Bluecurl house and or when he fell out of the tree? Remember the time at Yorkshire Drive when I caught the mouse with a box and we let him back outside? Then there was Jess getting diabetes while we were living in the basement of Grandma and Grandpa’s house, where we slept on the red plastic couches and I screamed Get over here in my sleep at her. Oh and the snoring. Jess at Greenspring. Me in London. Mom and Dad’s dream house in Williamsburg. Annie, Ella, Lady and Shadow and all the fish that didn’t get sucked up the vacuum cleaner.
