Home Again

H O M E A G A I N Paul Le I don’t want to go home. There’s nowhere else to go in this town, though. I’ve already spent over an hour at the only late-night grocery store, going up and down aisles, picking things up and then putting them back. That fight we had still stings. I only asked my mother if I should clean the tables. She took that as me saying she wasn’t doing her job; I thought I was being helpful. She gave me that look…