Chapter 161

Up the stairs two at a time before my resolve crumbles and down the hall in search of the bedroom my parents are sharing. I’m not sure which one it is, but most of the doors are open, my aunts and uncles dodging around each other as they rush to the bathrooms or into other rooms, calling for their scarves or their ties or “Has anybody seen my shoes? The black wingtips, does anyone know where I put them? Anyone?”