The Checkbook
I found it in her checkbook the night I got home.
I wasn’t snooping. I want that on the record. It was almost midnight, and Grandma had gone to bed, and I couldn’t sleep because my body still thought it was morning somewhere on the other side of the world. So I went to the kitchen for a glass of milk, and her checkbook was sitting open on the table next to the sugar bowl, the way it always wasRead more below.