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My living room had never contained so many people who believed they mattered more than everyone else. My mother Patricia came with Paul and an expensive bag I did not recognize. My father Robert arrived with Beatrice, his wife, who greeted me while looking around my apartment as though she were pricing every item of furniture. Natalie walked in with her surgeon husband and a face full of fake patience. Brandon came late, smelling like cigarettes and cheap cologne. Aunt Marjorie sat down without removing her sunglasses. Ellen stood quietly near the window, her empty envelope tucked inside her bag.
“Well, Maddie,” my mother said. “We’re worried about you. Have you found something stable yet?”
“Yes,” I answered. “I found clarity.”
Brandon laughed.
“That doesn’t pay rent.”
“Funny, coming from you.”
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