on speakerphone, pacing the kitchen tiles, shouting, “Don’t you dare tell me what she can ‘make do’ with. You come down here and tell her that yourself!”
When I was a teenager and I’d cry because I knew I’d never dance at a prom or just stand in a crowd, Ray would sit on the edge of my bed, jaw tight, and look me dead in the eye. “You ain’t less, Hannah.continue reading …
