I put the last of my tarot display in boxes and carried them toward my car.
There.
I said it.
It was mine, gifted to me by a man more generous and truer than I’d ever dreamt up in my imagination or read about in books. Most of the County Fair booths were wrapping up business for the day, getting ready for the big barn dance tonight.
mineAcross the grassy field where the Ferris wheel, carousel, giant slippery slides, ring toss, and shooting range stood, my family walked towards me. Nonna’s knobby knees poked out from the elevated leg rest of the wheelchair she sat in. The red gash of her Louboutin soles wrapped around the metal foot rests like eagle claws. If it weren’t for her infectious grin, contrasting with the dark insolence of Lorenzo’s eyes looking down on her, I’d be worried.
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