Babes in Toyland
"Our new house overlooks a women's dorm"
B-school classes. Unfinished taxes. Need anti-acids. Everything still in boxes.“You say something, Sweetie?” Laurel looks up from her Netflix binge. Relaxed as a cat.Not like me. “The Zantac?” I ask. Stomach in knots.“Spare room. Carton labeled ‘Bath.’”Moved Friday. Needs paint,...