by Katie Daley Nonfiction It’s been ten days since my brother Walter killed himself, and my brother Tom is whooping with laughter. He’s laughing so hard, he’s almost choking as he steps over to the fridge, opens the door, grabs two eggs out of the egg tray, and turns to face the far wall. … Continue reading Scatter
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