Status Updates From Escritores e Amores

When I was fifteen, my father's girlfriend, Ann, had my sweaters dry-cleaned. My mother used to wash them in Woolite and lay them on a towel to dry, but she was in Phoenix with Javi by then, and my father and I were living at Ann's and she would gather up my sweaters while I was at school. They'd come back a few days later on hangers covered in paper, sheathed in long plastic bags, which she hung on my closet door…

i feel bad for her

Trying to finish this book, but it just isn’t my style