when we moved into the new home after the divorce, things were still rocky, we had just “left” them in the dark still don’t address them, not a phone call, not even now, not after even a ******* deathinthefamily they are like the side of a house that never gets light the side of the house against a cliff and we live in the sunny sea side windows open they are threadbare ghosts like an old wedding gown used only once moths also eat holes in my grandmother’s brain and she forgets things but perhaps maybe she will start to remember the reasons she loved my mother instead of hated her. they live in apartments above beauty salons and in oaky gentrified railroad towns but I am a **** but I think it’s justified that we cut them off like a sore, well it’s obvious. Because they didn’t treat my mother well at all And that is unforgivable.