Aunt Mila was the one collecting the eggs every morning but the chore is now mine. We have an extra daily egg since she has flown off and Grandma uses them to bake a cake every other day. Grandpa and ... [+]
Not long after she moved – ties cut, no looking back, he'd never find her on that side of town anyway, if he bothered to look – she found a string of Christmas lights at the thrift store when she went looking for a lamp. She hauled the paper bag up to the counter and they let her plug the tail end into the power strip they kept there. The paper bag lit up like a jar of multicolored lightning bugs. She briefly recalled chasing them around her front yard as a child. She'd captured one and tore off its luminescent rear and balanced it on her left-hand ring finger."Look, I'm married! I'm married!"