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My eyes go straight to the money on the table. Right there, in the kitchen, a couple centimeters from the fruit bowl and the huge cookie jar. My sister’s kids are watching TV.

Brother and Sister

The mother told the boy that after his birth, names flew through her head: Typhus, Suffering, Beast. But she told Adam to name his child, like he’d named the first one, the girl, Ellie. He decided on Matthew, which seemed unlikely to offend.

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The Brooklyn Rail

SEPT 2020

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