• Messed Up

      by Kristen McNair

       

           I knew I messed up when I said to my husband, Turner, “I could’ve did better. But you was the only one who treated me good,” on the night we drove to the gas station for some King Cobra beer to celebrate his promotion at the post office to head mailman. He got real quiet and I laughed it off—though I was being honest—and I looked over and saw his jaw grit, then harden, and he didn’t say nothing.

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