Grace,' my mother tries, just before my frozen hot chocolate comes. I don't answer her.
Later, while she's waiting for her credit card back from the waitress, she says, 'I'm sorry.

“China puts her hand on my palm. Her fingernails are baby blue with miniature cl…”

“I'm so disgusting,' I try to argue, but his hands and his voice and his marble …”

“I shrug, and then we sit awhile without saying anything. Then he goes, 'Where'd…”

“He apologized when I was twelve. He was crying. I don't like to remember that. …”